Beauty hurts,
A wound that leaves a scar.

A scar that leaves a wound,
A wound of the soul.

It causes bonds to be broken,
Love to die,
Greed to grow,
And worst of all,
It strips you of your identity.

Friends to enemies,
Lovers to haters.

Slowly creeping in,
Your gaurd forgotten.

The vanity kicks in.

Beauty hurts,
A wound that festers,
Growing and tormenting the mind.

Am I pretty?
Don't lie to yourself,
Beauty for you, does not exist!