Fake Beauty Poem by Dino Ray Enopia

Some people don't live with known beauty
While others are being called pretty
So they tried a couple surgeries and ornaments
Trying so hard to hear compliments

Dial the doctor to stick pins in their faces
Until their desired perfection go into their body places
Their baby liked skin turns into leather
Your body is an eye's men best seller

Herself is not holy anymore
Pleasure is just a temporary cure
Your beauty is made of science
Wicked people think you're good at appearance

But why did you hate your face?
Even your beauty is a grace
Insecure to celebrities that are so plastic and pale
Compare to your exquisite face that is a holy grail

Now, pain is beauty
That's why you kill yourself quietly
Tortured to surgeries, drunk to medicine
Marinating your face with cosmetics in a basin

Clearly, beauty has a different meaning
Far from dictionary when you're reading
Now it comes with a warranty
The succession can't be guarantee

Attraction is a criteria to your heart
In an apple pie you're just a tart
No one will love you if you're unattractive
This is our society, so please don't be sensitive