Since I was little,

I have created my mask.

A mask which I have grown accustomed to.

I've learned to hide my flaws,

From this cruel world.

Society has taught me.

What flaws to hide, and which to show.

Scars and bruises.

Will never be beautiful.

At least not in this world.

How is it?

That we allow people, to tell us what beauty is.

When we don't even know ourselves.