Ode to Beauty

People idolize you
People do many things to have you
You have no definition
Your standards are set by society

You are as powerful as a raging storm
and as sneaky as a mouse
You are as persuasive as politicains
and as widespread as air

People judge others on how much of you they have
Yet, you are ummeasurable.
Your standards have changed over time
People spend hours for perfection

The things people do for you are shocking
You shouldn't be painful.
Yet we feel without pain, we have no you
We beleive suffering leads to you.

People say the prettiest eyes have cried the most tears,
and have seen the most problems.
The worst things happen to the best of us?
When did our demons define you?

Crazy things are done to grasp you.
The thing with definition,
no standards,
and is measurable

People hurt themselves for you.
People cause intentional pain for you.
Not just waxing or shavings,
but mental too.

People starve themselves for you,
they deny themselves a necessary life.
Even if they get a meal,
They throw it up to "feed you."

People slowly kill themselves for you.
People will do anything for you.
People worship you,
and yet you're not real.