Pictures of perfection floating in the net,
Harnessing insecurities we never knew we had.
Flawless texture and shades,
Masterpieces of god, they might claim.
Gazing at the reflection, all we see are the wrongs,
Craving for being the sculptures we saw.
How fleeting is time and the perfect we see,
We are all destined to grow old and grey,
So love what you see, flaunt what you have,
Dont break a sweat for things that dont last.
Sometimes all we need is 'la vie en rose',
To see you through pink glasses.
P.s loving yourself is a hard journey, but not impossible.