She was stunningly beautiful From head to toe, without a flaw As if she was created with the universe And her beauty was part of natural law
In her conscious she’s always worried About looking her absolute best Her hair and makeup and the clothes She picked had to pass the mirror test
Her outer appearance meant everything And slowly she became ugly on the inside And those within her presence began To wish they had a place they could hide
She became so obviously obsessed And getting old sent her into a rage She constantly was having plastic surgery In countless attempts to hide her age
She died alone never did she comprehend True beauty comes from within Time will always take its toll on our outer Appearance in a battle we can’t win
Life is so drastically short in time And outer beauty will rarely remain The moral being we should worry about our Inner beauty and not be so vain