They look of beauty from afar
because they gleam like grinning stars,
but when I place my eyes to see
the truth that sits within their gleam
that purity that was so bright
is now much darker than the night.
They’re just a show to trick the know
in how much they are like the real
because when fingers and soul feel
a lack that adds up to surreal
my vision takes another glance
to spot the fog and scratches trance.
This type of bland’s in large supply
and tricks the most without the eye
to know what traits make true beauty,
but just like them, most cannot see.