In a world full of delusion and cosmetically
pleasing faces we only look after for beauty.
Those ones who are burnt and faded are left behind.
Those aren’t ugly faces, those are scars
which show their beauty
which make their lives beautiful.

What is the definition of beauty?
What is the meaning of a life?
Is this the purpose of our lives to live it beautifully?
People who live off social media
and see just beauty are wrong,
they are illusionised.

Those with ugly faces
are de-motional are living the best life.
They have nothing to lose.

Ugly faces, stories untold,
Worn by time, yet hearts of gold.
Wrinkled smiles, wisdom’s trace,
Beauty hidden, a life’s embrace.
Through pain and trials, they rise above,
Ugly faces, living with love.