In a world consumed by shape and form,
Beauty standards of today are being reborn.
Gone are the days of natural grace,
Now replaced by a plastic face.

Frozen expressions, lips swollen and plump,
Eyes pepper sprayed, lost in a cosmetic slump.
Noses tiny, nostrils hard to find,
A world entranced by an elusive design.

At a funeral, a somber affair,
Faces painted white, a ghostly stare.
Glass skin reflecting the gleam of the casket,
Dazzling lights, a spectacle unsurpassed.

Tears welling up, yet smiles remain,
Plastic grins, concealing the pain.
A wedding adorned with flowing attire,
But not a single soul dressed for a crown's desire.

Models on a runway, not brides to be,
Revealing clothes, baring all for all to see.
Longer than carpets, these garments flow,
Covering more than they dare to show.

And men, infected by this twisted game,
Wearing women's bikinis, embracing the same.
Walking on tiptoes, performing femininity,
In a topsy-turvy world, where lines blur with audacity.

Beauty standards have surpassed all bounds,
Creating a world in which chaos resounds.
Where men and women strive for praise,
In a never-ending pursuit of an ideal craze.

But let us remember, true beauty lies within,
Not confined by standards that society spins.
In a medium of self-acceptance, we find solace,
Embracing uniqueness, breaking free from this palace.