Whether emotionally made to be that way,
Even the beautiful can be ugly.
On display.
To be thin of depth and self reflection.
With beliefs instilled,
That begins a centeredness one notices.
As one finds it easy,
To get needs pleased quicker.
For reasons that are kept on surfaces.
And confirmed by comments,
Heard and expressed.
A society obsessed with the physicality,
Of appearances just to impress...
One day comes to face,
The shallow importance placed
On exterior façades.
To one day find itself at odds...
With those of superficial values.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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