People run behind beauty
Wanting the perfect face
And that perfect smile
It feels like there’s this invisible race.

People starve to be up to the standards
Set by those beauty gurus
‘A little bit of hunger’s okay, right?’
They ask, abide by those awful rules.

What they don’t realise is
That this beauty goes beyond eyes
To the mind and to the heart
Reaching way below the ice.

They don’t realise that they’re
Beautiful just the way they are
And they don’t need to change
And remain the way they already are.

This outer beauty is just a cover
To who the real them there is
Beneath all the fake stuff
They hold the real beauty there is.

Can I be a mirror
To their inner ‘you’?
Do they need a helper
To find a way through?

It’s time that they finally realise
That there is a different rhythm.
There is something much more
Beautiful. It’s the beauty within.