Skin Deep

I have often wondered What it is like to be Beautiful To have a face that would launch A thousand ships Into the distant sea, In old forgotten times. What is it like? To have people look at your face And smile To know that you have made Their day Helped them send their worries To a faraway place… How does it feel? To wear a nice dress And not doubt that it really Becomes you; To look into a mirror And not have to flinch To see a face that stuns you… And then people say Beauty is only skin deep And a crooner sings That you are beautiful inside And these two contradictions force a film star To catch some beauty sleep While normal people like me sigh And write poems about wanting to fly And look around Desperately For a place to hide.