Beneath The Surface

Beneath the SurfaceA mirror's gaze, a critical eye, A quest for beauty, a constant sigh. To mold and shape, to perfect the form, A battle waged, a lifelong storm.Beneath the layers, a soul untold, A heart that yearns, a spirit bold. But beauty's standards, a heavy weight, A burden carried, from morning to late.A mask of confidence, a fragile guise, A fear of judgment, a painful prize. For true beauty lies, not in the skin, But in the spirit, the soul within.