Forbidden...(quest for true beauty)

You're indulging in being perfect.
It's like a cry out.
That you have doubt.
S.O.S. your signals are ablaze.
With guilty pleasures this day and age.

Forbidden.
Are your ways.
Your desires.
Are to much to take.
Your fire.
That's burning.
Is and always will be.
Forbidden.

Your gifted with glamour.
It doesn't make you Queen of Fashion.
Did you take your soul and cash in?
For all these worldly possessions.

Forbidden.
Are your ways.
Your desires.
Are to much to take.
Your fire.
That's burning.
Is and always will be.
Forbidden.

Stop the effort.
Of telling me.
Who I'm suppose to be.
It's sending shock to my mind.
Of what you will find.
When you see that being kind.
Is the new mean.

Forbidden.
Are your ways.
Your desires.
Are to much to take.
Your fire.
That's burning.
Is and always will be.
Forbidden.

I wish there was something.
I could say.
To make you see.
That being fake.
Is all that it takes.
To end up like those fashion magazines.
Once a big hit.
But now stacked and torn.
Your life will never be the same.

Please refrain.
From indulging in your quest.
To find perfectness.
Because what really matters.
Is that which is found within.
That which is not forbidden.

True beauty.