Only see my outer appearance
Little do they know inside
Of my perserverance
Beauty has its place in life
But little to do with what's inside
Turmoil exists within
In which I must abide
In the vortex constantly spinning
Of what's inside my heart
Explanations are meaningless
Or where to even start
Looking upon my face
But not within
I remain estranged
To my chagrin
Within the beauty of my inner self
~Moses~
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