Beauty what is beauty does beauty even know.
Some say that beauty is only skin deep is beauty so shallow.
Beauty can be seen as a blessing or it can be a curse.
To be loved for what you like, but to be hated for it is far worse.
To be seen as merely an object that is pleasing on the eye.
No one sees the loneliness and the tears when beauty cries.
Desired for being desirable seen as a trophy or a prize.
But no one looks past poor beauties smile it's her perfect disguise.
The world should be her oyster this Venue in half shell.
But she is a prisoner of her own insecurities trapped in a living hell.
Wanting to be truly loved and not worshipped and adored.
Tired of being used as a commodity to be tossed aside when men get bored.
Her true beauty lies inside her in a place that no one gets to see.
But she is to busy on the conveyor belt of small time celebrity.
Famous for being famous people know beauties name.
Trapped now in a vicious circle a slave of the media game.
Crying out for attention but now the attention makes her cry.
Jealous strangers don't know her still they hate her, and she can't work out why.
If beauty is only skin deep then her beauty is wearing thin.
She wants to escape the vanity mirror but the walls are closing in.
Behind that beautiful smile she's crumbling beauty is falling apart.
No can see past that smile of hers, that is masks a broken heart.
Beauty should be heading for stardom she has the world at her feet.
But the fame that she yearned for has all turned bitter sweet.
With her perfect features she is imperfect so many faults she can find.
She is tired of being tired and this messes with her mind.
For this world of ours it is full of beauty but it is full of sadness and pain.
Beauty sadly took her own life and that is such a crying shame.
