The Beauty of the Flawed

The beauty lies in the eye of the beholder

To see beauty in each is a talent

For none so ever would let go of their ego

To accept everything as it is.

Every flaw is a beauty and unique to one,

Thus making them special, and to accept

That uniqueness needed is the eye,

 Of a person, Whose existence 

Is just a weird dream.

After all people are used to judge,

They will not stop until they die

Then what for, Oh empress of your soul,

What for shall you cry?

Your soul is pure

Your smile is gentle,

You are affectionate 

And not judgemental,

Your beauty far surpasses

Those who criticize you 

They are nothing but a bunch of gronk, whereas,

 You are a true person with inner beauty,

A human being of tales 

And not the two faced demon

Hiding under the hides of human,

Then what for your innocence ,

What for you let it be slandered?

What for, tell me oh mystical being

What for shall you cry....