Beauty.

Beauty, the world has made it such a rare thing,
almost as rare as a butterfly's wing.

Beauty, these days you don't find it just anywhere,
and if you, yourself don't have it,
about you they don't care.

Beauty, its only noticed when above the skin,
but is there true beauty deep within?

In the beginning, beauty was made for everyone to be,
but now being beautiful is no longer easy.

Now beauty is just about the size, the hair, and the look,
the world has taken beauty and written it in a book.

They tried to make words of something undescribed,
now people their faces only want to hide.

But, everyone's beautiful in their own way, trust me,
because when you see horror in the mirror,
beauty is what I see.