The Gift of Beauty

The gift of beauty seems more like a curse

Something more than new shoes, or a brand new purse

It shines from within, like a blinding light

Leaving those who see it, paralyzed at first sight

People stare, so mesmerized by what they can’t quite figure out

Then settles in their own self doubt

The insecurity they feel, that green eyed monster that lies within

Starts eating away at their own kindness, that was already so thin

They glare at you, with daggers for eyes

And they lose sight of the truth, and start creating lies

So that they can keep your light sealed tight in a jar

To make themselves feel better about who they truly are

A flower so beautiful, becomes nothing more than a weed

Petal by petal, they tear off with greed

The cause of all this remains a mystery to me

And maybe I will never get to see

Why we can’t see our own beauty and respect what others acquire?

Instead of longing for it, just stand back and admire.