The Price Of Beauty

The price of beauty

Beauty has a price.

Beautiful people are so used to having everything so they don't appreciate anything

Society puts them on a pedestal

For the longest time, they've been told they are allowed to have it all

While others have been actively beaten down, and told 'No, you can't have it all, you don't look the part'

Like that's the point

But hey kings and queens of society

How much will it cost when it's all said and done?

Was it worth it?

That girl you teased mercilessly, did she deserve it?

That genius you tormented into the grave was he worth it?

I suppose the only comfort you'll receive is the adoration of people who care more what you look like and less what you feel like

How could they possibly know ...the sleepless nights you've sweat through because the cotton of expectation in your stomach isn't sitting well

How could they possibly understand the hours spent in the bathroom concealing those bruises from an otherwise handsome devil who treats you like you deserve less than perfection

Those days at the gym

How could they possibly comprehend

The Price Of Beauty

And you, how could you possibly understand working two jobs to keep food on the table

Only cause Mama ain't able

and daddy and stable

How could you understand what it's like

to have no one, to be an outsider

to not give up because you were born a fighter

That deep heartache, not knowing what you did to deserve it

Not wanting to go through it

"Don't matter what you going through just get to it"

How could you understand

How could you? When it's not your job to.