The world outside is freezing,
Snow slowly falling from above,
One's expectation's gone disproved,
The outside clean, the inside rough.

Glistening from our view,
As tempting it can be,
One wouldn't want to be the same,
The truth lies underneath.

Magnificent and shining bright,
A longing for my way,
Though if you did, just for a night,
You wouldn't want to stay.

Oblivious of what's underneath,
The outside is what matters,
But beauty here is not the key,
If the inside has been shattered.