Beneath the Beautiful Face
By: Daniel L. Kim
I see the girl sitting on the bench
Bringing awe and grace to my eyes.
She may seem confident while talking with her friends,
But on the inside is hungering for love and attention.
She may seem satisfied with her successful life,
But on the inside has great hatred and discontent.
She may seem proud of her outer appearance,
But on the inside is yearning for the world’s definition of beauty.
She may seem secured about her upcoming future,
But on the inside is afraid of many things to come.
Now she stands up and departs on her way.
If only I could touch her face with my own hands
So she could be free from her chains that preserve her pain.
By: Daniel L. Kim
I see the girl sitting on the bench
Bringing awe and grace to my eyes.
She may seem confident while talking with her friends,
But on the inside is hungering for love and attention.
She may seem satisfied with her successful life,
But on the inside has great hatred and discontent.
She may seem proud of her outer appearance,
But on the inside is yearning for the world’s definition of beauty.
She may seem secured about her upcoming future,
But on the inside is afraid of many things to come.
Now she stands up and departs on her way.
If only I could touch her face with my own hands
So she could be free from her chains that preserve her pain.