when you wallow in the past, the past is your future
dark days behind become dark days ahead
when those ghosts become your rulers
join them, because you're already dead

What is being beautiful?
Is being beautiful about the greatest figure?
Or who has taken the most pictures?

For me,
Being beautiful has less to do with looks,
and more to do with heart.
The way kindness seeps in at the start,
it would transform people to a work of art.
Beautiful isn't in the physical appearance,
It isn't about acne and clearance,
it is the one that you hold dearest,
As though their heart is of solid gold,
so the saying that is quite old,
'Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder',
so when models give of a cold shoulder,
Or the way celebrities form boulders,
From the bodies of their fans,
so amongst the waving hands,
I can truly say, not everyone is beautiful...

Beauty doesn't stem from the eyes,
It stems from a beautiful heart,
Beauty doesn't stem from a disguise,
It stems from a kind finish and a kind start.

This is how the world bends,
We'd found trends,
Before we found friends,
Received emails before we even hit send.

Attached Emails to feelings,
As though catfishers aren't reeling,
The world became their ceiling,
And made nonsense into meaning.

We had transcend,
To only ever depend,
On online content,
To feel content.

In a radius of one hundred miles,
Everyone knows of Gangnam Style,
But it doesn't stop at videos,
Youtube is but one in the rodeo.

Between Facebook, Tumblr and Twitter
Bullies flushed lives into the *******,
Humans became anything other than critter,
As they coated insults with stickers and glitter.

We leapt to Omegle in search of fate,
In the form of company or a date,
But stumbled onto smeared words of hate,
And dudes who liked to *******.

STOP! LOOK AROUND YOU!
The trees are green,
The skies are blue,
Feel the fresh air of the scene.

We are all connected,
Raising populations of infected,
Of a rampant infection,
Known as the internet connection.