In the glass, reflections lie,
A whispered tale of what to be,
Standards crafted, high and nigh,
Yet beauty’s truth remains free.

Shades and shapes, they shift and sway,
Molding forms to fit a mold,
Yet in the heart, where true beauty lay,
A story different, bold, and untold.

Eyes that seek the outer shell,
Miss the soul’s enduring grace,
For beauty’s tale is hard to quell,
When it dances in a gentle space.

Break the chains of mirrored lies,
Embrace the self, let spirit soar,
For in the truth that never dies,
Lies the beauty we adore.