As I softly wipe my tears,

I stare into the mirror,

Something I’ve battled for years,

My thoughts have never been clearer,

Grasping to the idea of beautiful,

But chasing beauty is intangible,

That youll never be able to get ahold,

It’s as demeaning as Avaricious,

Spend your whole life being conspicuous,

Under the pressure to be an influence.