In mirrors, reflections dance in disguise,
Chasing ideals that gleam in others’ eyes.
A world where beauty’s measured by a line,
Yet true essence fades, buried by design.

Standards whispered like a haunting song,
Echoing what is right and what is wrong.
Each face a canvas, painted by the day,
Yet freedom lies in colors gone astray.

Eyes meet the gaze of a thousand stares,
Judged by whispers, caught unaware.
Yet beneath the surface, beauty lies,
Not in the mask, but in the eyes.

Break the chains of imposed allure,
Embrace the flaws, raw and pure.
For beauty’s truth, a gentle art,
Dwells in the soul, not set apart.