Beautiful People - Poem by Elliott Gilbert
People can never look at the good.
Sometimes it is easier to look at the bad.
In everyone’s eyes we are all different and we forget about the same.
Separating each other is our own sick game.
But I find the beauty,
the beauty we all have inside.
I find their charm I find their beauty.
I find the valley in every big city.
You may separate each other,
put ourselves in special little groups.
It is you who are ugly without knowledge of your flaws.
You are salt on the wound rather than being the neo and gauze.
Everyone has light and greatness.
Everyone deserves love and respect.
I see it in not only my friends but those despised.
You may see disgrace, however I see a prize.
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