'Beauty is pain',
The timeless phrase that cannot be more true.
For centuries,
We've all been the victims of vanity.
Driven to the point of insanity.
Surely, we are harming ourselves,
With what we do to our bodies.
What real thing is left within the world,
When everything we touch turns fake?
If people would just stop trying to cover up,
Trying to pretend that what isn't there is,
Then maybe,
The world would be a little less filled with suspicion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem