i tell myself this everyday
This is a poem I wrote when I was a young teen. It makes me laugh thinking this is what I obsessed over —
The face was a world of beauty
Beauty that demanded trust and appreciation among mankind.
All of a sudden the beauty vanished and the chaos was covered by lies;
The makeup and the unsolving damaging strategies the human caused.
The face can go back to being its old self;
Gaceful and divine, but it’s too hard,
It got shattered by a bunch of pimples.
That chaos in the face makes everyone go crazy,
Wasting money here and there, using lasers and even guns,
Why go to that level, can no one really fix such an easy task?
Note: now that I think about it, this poem was also about warfare.