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Modernized Beauty
We lived in a world
That taught us to break each other down
So we could use one another as stairs
Taught our greatest power isn’t to hurt someone
But when we can make them hurt themselves
Showing that you could make them lose their hope
Only to reencounter it in the sharpness of a blade
They end up with their head between their knees
Bundled up trying to hide in the skin that you taught us to hate
Their fears fought the battles you created on the skin of their wrists
The abuse comes in waves
And were leaving one another to drown
Teaching that us ourselves were a curse, an insult to a modernized beauty
Damnation on the looks of a perfect society
Because we lived in a world
Where we fed and forced to swallow
Our own flaws
But starved of the knowledge that
No cream could smooth our sense of pain
No foundation could cover up our uniqueness
No lipstick could shade in our personalities
There was no eyeliner that could draw us to where we were supposed to be
But yet, we craved these things
We discovered a lust for acceptance
Finding desire in the words
More product more beauty
More approval more happiness
More product more beauty
More approval more happiness
But are we all too blind to see
We need to rehabilitate ourselves
Withdrawal from the intoxicating drug that is society
Or are we afraid?
Afraid that if you took away all the fake smiles
All the glamour
The entire production
That we wouldn’t like what we discovered?
That we would be forced to face the facts
That our beauty might be as harsh
As the demons inside us ?

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