Beauty is pain
but the pain isn’t in the beauty
it’s in the expectations and beliefs
that beauty never hurts
Beauty is empty
left on sidelines and wandering
through crowds of sidelong glances
of judgment and desire
Beauty is used
feeding egos and fantasies while
leaving stains on a fading heart
that weeps and reaches
Beauty is nothing
only stained cheeks and bruised wrists
with distant eyes pleading
for someone who looks
beyond the beauty
Bright Red Pen 