Inside Out

im getting bored of this face,
like an old weary case.
the mirror accepting no bribe,
as if i was the ugliest alive tribe.

playing with mind,shallow it makes you;
beautiful brains was dished out to few.
apprehensive about what to wear,
should i cover the face or the fear.

manipulation with heart and mind,
keeping expectations behind.
beware of the beautiful rind,
as it won't be always kind.

what we have,what we want
are two different things.
love yourself for what you are,
open up the golden wings.