Where do you find beauty
In the crystal tower
Where androgyny rules
A picture snap of broken glass
The illusion painted & shaped
To be no longer real
I have no desire to be corrupted
The muse of the shallow
Exists nickel plated artists
Searching for beauty in image alone
High gloss sheen
Disguise the flaws
Or are they in the depths
Beyond the flesh we see
Why must we aspire – to be like them
In a endless sea of similarity
We shuffle – Brainwashed into compliance
Our minds – no longer our own
But what the few have preordained
To be the truth – To be the norm
That in their eyes – will make us human
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