Beauty is a Pill

by undying blusher   Aug 20, 2005


Beauty is a drug
One gets so entirely absorbed in her own appearance
Priorities get out of order
One changes deeply inside as well as the changes one forces or
tries to make on the outside
One may be addicted to this thing, called beauty
One may crave the Beauty
Never feel the same
Mind controlling, perception changing, feelings altered
Beauty is a drug, a potent drug
Extraordinary lengths taken to get what one needs, what one
craves, or what one simply desires.
Society is wrong
Make noise
Don’t listen
To their standards
Use your own mind

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  • 18 years ago

    by Vegetable

    Woah I was just thinking about this yesturday. It's so sad that people feel like they HAVE to be pretty. good job-another awesome poem