Tell me this,
Can you define what beauty is?
Because I've been searching for a meaning,
And I think I've found it,
Yet I'm not quite sure if it's worth believing.
Because I've been told that beauty lies,
Somewhere only on the outside.
It doesn't lie in words untold,
It's something that only a few will hold.
It all depends on how you look,
Even if your personality sucks.
It's all about,
If you're face is flawless,
Or your style is on fleek.
The things you own,
The people your see.
The way you talk,
And how you act,
It's all about fiction,
Who cares about facts.
Your image is all,
But what about heart?,
We're loosing touch of who we are.
Well to me beauty is what lies on the inside,
And yes it sounds cliche,
But I'll risk it,
Because I know,
We're all beautiful in our own way.
I'm hoping you enjoyed reading this poem and I'd really love to hear you're feed back on it.
I also want you to remember that you are beautiful and it doesn't matter what people think because aesthetics aren't everything and what lies inside is the most important thing.