I am moved by your frozen face.
A testament to endless chase, controlling time with needless haste.
But past the mask, your honest life does not deserve to face a knife.
Injections for sale, a culture’s embrace,
A lifetime of living you plan to erase. Our culture's obsessed with endless praise
And authenticity's lost in the haze.
As you chase perfection, an image remade
Do not allow your true self to fade.
In seasons to come, may you welcome a thaw,
for true beauty lies in every flaw.
The lines that will etch on your pages of skin
Could read like a book of your beauty within.