its ironic
how i find so much beauty
within the world
though
within myself
i find nothing
we are taught that beauty
comes from within
from the heart
but
like a rose
we are plucked too early
never able to blossom
and grow
captivated
curled up
kept safe
kept blind
inside walls
forced to believe
we are special
we are unique
we are attacked
we are shamed
by endless visions
of the ideal
the beautiful
they keep us trapped
in our cages
scared
with no way out
no way to open up
unable to see
all that we really are
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