beautiful

[shady]

hollow yet full,
heavy-- dead weight,
my body is a temple,
a destiny i create.

i love it, i hate it,
i urge to change it, artifically,
superficially,
for the eyes of the beholder.

like rivers and hills,
or a dusty, orphaned mine,
your body is monetary,
losing value with time.

i want to be pretty, and perfect, and petite,
i want to be wanted,
someones craving, so sweet.

but time advances,
while i stay put,
losing my chances,
to be free and beautiful,
a duality that seems senseless.

one day i will be older,
cracking, creasing,
my body done leasing,
my time on this earth,
i wonder then,
will i be beautiful?




I wrote this poem very quickly and without much editing, so I am definitely looking for some feedback/suggestions! Thanks