Inner beauty

It is the first day of a new life,
I am feeling different but still alive,
I am having those thoughts,
You know those thoughts,
They make you feel right.

Around I see the beauty that surrounds me,
It seems happy but at same time helpless,
That beauty is dark and secrete,
It is forbidden to be seen from the outside,
All you can see are the tears that the beauty is crying,

The beauty is a feeling inside of me,
It makes me think,
Where did I go right?
Is this what was meant to happen?
Or this a simple explanation called imagination?

That beauty leaves you breathless,
It questions your mind,
It asks of you to understand that not everything is right,
That beauty is in everyone,
It asks you to stop and think, is this right?