Perfect illusion
Lurking in the mirror
Painted face
Distorted picture
Wipe off your makeup
Lift your head
Now your true beauty
Shines like sunbeams
When you see you
As you really are
The beauty lies within yourself
When the perfect illusion
Is deep inside the layers of the mirror
Which distorts your true self

A flower picked
may be short-lived,
but its birth
and death
was meant
to celebrate
this event,
of having courage
to love again.