Does true beauty lie beneath?
Or shall I practice what I preach?
Society set beauty at a height we could all finally reach.
So grind away my bones.
Give me beauty good enough for thrones.
Make my dull eyes gleam,
Then again my mind isn’t what it should seem.
Just take away my mind.
I don’t care that beauty is blind.
To be beautiful I must be expendable.
My mind is replaceable.