What is Beauty?

My reflection stares at me,

What is beauty?

My phone, showing pictures upon pictures of girls with pretty faces,

The darkness below my eyes

The wrinkles on my cheeks, like a crumbles

Paper.

I look at myself…

What is beauty?

A voice, not in front of me or at the back of me,

Tells me that beauty is the eye of the beholder.

Beauty come within us.

I made you and you are beautiful in my eyes.