I'm not the sort
To look for pity.
I don't seek
For sympathy.
But sometimes,
In this body obsessed
World we live in,
I feel I don't exist.
I feel I don't belong.
I don't see lasting beauty
In a face, 
Or in a body.
All I see,
Is the ugliness of our vanity.
Beauty of the body, 
Is but a fleeting vision.
True beauty is ever lasting.
It doesn't disappear with age.
It lies within,
It shines without.
True beauty doesn't seek approval,
It just simply is.
In our image conscious world,
Do we see much beauty in a face, 
Or body?
I see beauty in a kind word,
Or a self-less gesture.
In a stranger that doesn't judge,
Or a friend with a willing ear.
I see it in a landscape lit by the moon,
A single rose surviving against weeds.
How can we have forgotten so much,
Of the real meaning of true beauty?