In the mirror’s cold, unblinking stare,
Lies a world where beauty seems so rare.
Trapped in standards set by unseen hands,
We chase illusions, slipping through the sands.

The glossy pages whisper tales of grace,
Of perfect skin and flawless face.
Yet, beneath the surface, what do we find?
A soul confined, in search of peace of mind.

Society’s mold, a rigid frame to fit,
But true beauty, they often omit.
It’s found in laughter, in the eyes that gleam,
In the strength to chase an endless dream.

Break free from the chains of outward show,
Embrace the self, let inner beauty glow.
For in the heart, true beauty resides,
Unseen by mirrors, untouched by tides.