Beauty

Good evening All,
I think this poem speaks for itself. Let's see if you agree?

Beauty

I see you there within the lines, your made up eyes, your stance refined.

The shallowest depth I have seen, beneath your fake exterior sheen.

In coquettish smiles and fluttered looks, I watch you as you leap from books.

To see the things we think we need, compounded by consumer greed.

Your inner sanctum to set them free, inside it’s where they wish to be.

But they don’t see your darker side, your selfish glory and empty pride.

I see below your painted mask, your sleepless eyes and bowing back.

Observe you playing grandiose games, with tiny minds that think their plain.

I see their beauty, lives and joys; with all their weakening needs you toy.

You promise them and tell them lies… in the way you chose to advertise.

Pity those creatures that choose to stand; for your fake beauty held so grand.

As true beauty cannot be bought, cannot be earned or made or sought.

So do not look up to those prissy girls; with designer pets and golden curls.

Beauty is not placed on skin, you must reach inside and from deep within.

When you look upon yourself so fair, remember what you are seeing there.

A stunning person whole and true, now see the world as it see’s you!

By Helen Stallard 
February 11 2014