In the mirror’s glass, a reflection lies,
Bound by norms, a vision compromised.
Chasing standards set by unseen eyes,
Beauty’s essence, in shadows disguised.

Painted smiles and sculpted grace,
Amidst the crowd, we lose our face.
Each line and curve, a battle embraced,
In pursuit of perfection, a weary chase.

Beneath the layers, true beauty sleeps,
Unseen by those the surface keeps.
In the quiet of the soul, it softly weeps,
For the world’s gaze, its depth it seeks.

Let the mirror shatter, let truth arise,
Beyond the standards, where real beauty lies.
In the heart’s embrace and the soul’s skies,
We find ourselves, free from disguise.