Beneath the Surface

Beneath the SurfaceA mirror's gaze, a critical eye,
A quest for beauty, a constant sigh.
To mold and shape, to perfect the form,
A battle waged, a lifelong storm.Beneath the layers, a soul untold,
A heart that yearns, a spirit bold.
But beauty's standards, a heavy weight,
A burden carried, from morning to late.A mask of confidence, a fragile guise,
A fear of judgment, a painful prize.
For true beauty lies, not in the skin,
But in the spirit, the soul within.