Beneath the surface, a silent scream,
Chasing shadows of a fabricated dream.
Society’s mold, a rigid frame,
Defining worth in a cruel game.

Eyes cast down, afraid to see,
The beauty that lives authentically.
Mirrors reflect, but often lie,
Behind the glass, true beauty hides.

Standards set by hands unseen,
Whispering lies in a voice so keen.
Yet in the heart, a truth resides,
Beauty’s found where love abides.

Break the chains, let the spirit soar,
Embrace the self, forevermore.
For in the soul, pure beauty’s found,
Beyond the standards that confound.