Beauty
 

I see beauty everywhere I look, but I can never seem to touch it.
Instead, it only seems to touch me.

I wish I could lose myself in it.
I wish I could run off with it.
I wish I could just stare at it.

Would it then get old?
Would I find new beauty in something else?
Could it run out?

I see beauty everywhere I look, but I can not define it.
Instead, it seems to define me.

In places I do not see beauty, ugliness protrudes.

I hate it.
I don’t want it.
I want to change it.

People say if you look hard enough, one can find beauty in anything.
Instead, I look at nothing.

Are they dreamers?
What do they know, I do not?
Is beauty in the eye of the beholder?

I see beauty everywhere I look, but it doesn’t seem right.
Instead, it is tarnished by the ugliness next to it.

I fear it.
I don’t want to look away.
I can’t do anything about it.

Should I not look?
Should I compare the two?
Should I not care?

Beauty is everywhere you look.

I see it in you. I see it in me. I will learn to see it where I do not.

very nice, thank you for sharing.. Its very conflicted too which is good..

Would I find new beauty in something else?
Could it run out?

i think that is the best and most poignant two lines of the poem. Try turning it into the worst by writing 10 better ones. I reckon you could!

Glad that beauty is showing itself to you! Good poem. Thanks for sharing!