A blank canvas
waiting for the feel of the
brushes blending in the paints
creating beautiful faces,
upon which our world is built.
They've created our bias
opinions, and built our
idea of beauty.
We beg for the mirror's
wretched approval, as
we cover up our least
important flaws.
Our beautiful faces are
all we care to see.
Yet the beauty on the
inside is all we really need.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
A blank canvas
waiting for the feel of the
brushes blending in the paints
creating beautiful faces,
upon which our world is built.
They've created our bias
opinions, and built our
idea of beauty.
We beg for the mirror's
wretched approval, as
we cover up our least
important flaws.
Our beautiful faces are
all we care to see.
Yet the beauty on the
inside is all we really need.
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