Vanity

Painted faces upon silicon stars,
artificial molds skillfully manufactured.
Self conscious beauty disguises scars,
fake smile heals the soul fractured.

Lovely bones no weight to hang,
thinning elegance of stick figures.
Insulted mind feels the pang,
reflection of the disfigured.

Perfection must be achieved,
cut the rough edges away.
Build your temple and deceive,
yourself you must learn to sway.

The eye of the beholder rests,
judged by society's ideals.
Open to what everyone suggests,
what is it that you feel?

Scalpels carving into the flesh,
peel back the disgust in your eyes.
Create this body to be flawless,
even in youth this is advised.

Savor your curves, love your skin,
don't conform to the expected.
Why must you change when,
you were already perfected?