I’m glad we met before the world started leaving its marks on my face.
I was young and vibrant. My concerns were little. My eyes sparkled with life, and energy permeated every cell within.
Then I ran into a gang of thieves. The thieves had warplanes and missiles. They had lethal weapons of many kinds. They could make a vast land shrink into a tiny dot. They held me captive on that tiny piece of land. I could see the sky, but I feared to look up. I could watch the sea, but I couldn’t sail. I could tread the land, but the fence caged me in.
More years have passed, my face has become ashen, my soul downtrodden. I look in the mirror and I see a stranger.
But you’re here to reassure me that real beauty comes from within.