Beauty Unseen
Beauty is dimmed.
Unknown potential,
Turns into discouraged desires.
Their personalities can’t be seen.
Earth spins Reality,
Revolves around others eyes.
Forget of courtesy, respect, rather
Lie in both face and words.
It hurts like broken glass.
Ever so vainly do they waste what’s inside.
So even the Butterfly is made to second guess its worth.
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