Collateral-Damage666

beauty is not in the beholder for what is there to hold? mirror in one hand, makeup in the other for it is called makeup, for a reason i am a false perception upon myself and what i am meant to behold one day i will grow old and look more ill and more disgusted at myself soon i will be dust to never appear again and they walk by... what do they feel? What do they behold? what do they makeup? i cannot even look at myself anymore.. not after looking at them.