Unreal beauty

The beauty that lays within you is not there.
You think it only stands with figure and flair.

But from what I've seen,
all you are is a scene.

You smile and wave,
but you're really just a plague.

You're a curse on our souls,
turning them shallow and dark as coal.

Our real beauty turns to dust.
Suddenly, mini-skirts are a must.

We start to stiffen ourselves with chemicals.
Going to the hospital for nothing seriously medical.

We start to think that life is the best,
but it's actually turned into a superfical mess.

Let's hope that soon we'll stop and say,
What has brought us to this plastic day?