The Flawed And Their Tears

The beauty lies in the eye of the beholder,

To see beauty in each is a talent

For none so ever would let go 

Of their go and judgemental self

To accept everything as it is.

Every flaw is a beauty and unique to one,

Thus making them special, and to accept

That uniqueness needed is the eye,

Of a person, Whose existence 

Is just a weird dream.

After all people are used to judge,

They will not stop until they die

Then what for, Oh empress of your destiny,

What for shall you cry?

Your soul is pure

Your smile is gentle,

You are affectionate 

And not judgemental,

Your beauty far surpasses

Those who criticize you 

They are nothing but a bunch of gronk, You are a true person

A human being from fairytales,

And not the two faced demon

Hiding under the hides of human,

Then what for your innocence,

What for you let it be slandered

By the meaningless comments?

What for, tell me 

Oh beholder of inner beauty

What for shall you cry...