I'm beautiful Exuding soul Protruding bold Diluting cold Until I fold Once beauty is sold
Biting remarks Made by sharks Create sparks Where it was dark Displaying pain that is stark As part of my character ark
They mug me Until I'm ugly Then suddenly They're done with me It must be some disease Of a numbing freeze From stunning thieves Taking what I believe
They're not impressed When I'm undressed So I'm the stressed I must confess From this test Of who's best And who's less A blue guess That brews pests
This hall of fame Dismal game Is to blame For the shame In our brain And our name Fanning flames Of social stains
I'm a coyote battling With lonely howling Until phonies scowling Are all that powers me Through what had been Through what grew I see you Through the views That light my fuse It's you I choose
Flatter my vanity To guard my sanity Conjuring the man in me More so than I planned to be But became apparently
Through ****** gratification You give social validation You send a pal elation That causes salivation Until the callous nation Invades my phallus station
Text me I'm **** To protect me From the injecting Inspecting Dissecting Directory Next to me That begs to see The beggars seethe
Don't destroy my body image With your haughty grimace Applauding penance An ungodly menace You've become Like Tim Gunn A judgemental one That fabricates fun By blocking the sun
Incoherent Interference In the clearance Of my appearance Not knowing nearness Outside your austere fence
You flippantly Didn't see The death of me Or the mess I bleed When my chest can't breathe While you're blessed to breed With a superior steed
The eye of the beholder Is behind their shoulder That keeps getting colder From insurgent soldiers Throwing boulders Becoming molders Of the boaters With no motors Who float through life And drown in misery From societal strife Of subjective mysteries
To act on the behest of me Say that you've met me Say that you've let me Enter you gently To a centrifuge ending For relationships pending With perceptions tending To be needlessly upending By comparisons impending No matter what they're intending There's no way they can mend me When my social rank bends me To be something pretending
Can be found in my self published poetry book βIcyβ. https://www.amazon.com/Icy-Andrew-Rueter-ebook/dp/B07VDLZT9Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Icy+Andrew+Rueter&qid=1572980151&sr=8-1