Beauty artificial and sweet,
A love not comprehended.
Beauty that lies skin-deep,
A love unintended.
Beauty with power to defeat,
Impressions left to the mind.
Beauty to make you weep,
Evils that are easy to find.
Why do you hide
Behind a pretty face?
What do you conceal
Behind your gentle grace?
What is lies inside
Of this thing called a heart?
Is your beauty even real
Outside of this made-up part?
Does a monster lie sleeping
Inside of your soul?
Does it lay waiting
To break from your control?
Can your hear the quiet creeping
Inside of your head?
Of the monster silently hating
All that you‘ve said?
I see no love
In this heart of yours.
No light visible there
On your own shores.
Even I am one step above
In all my deformity.
There is nothing to compare
And I know you agree.