You are a walking aesthetic,
Now take them clothes off
I want to see the ugly within you,
Hidden behind all the makeup
A bitter taste of self hate must lurk.
Always eating away at your look
Because your smile is no more than a scar
That’s been left to waste away on your skin.
Those model pics and insta filters
Are suppose to blur your black marks
Get you all the necessary double taps,
Maybe they may work in making you blind,
Shielding you from the world
But you are nothing more than a collection of likes
And stacked up followers,
You are an aesthetic
Just pretty and tasteless.