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.