A joia

This is society, its building/making/turning us/our minds into whatever it wants to

Beauty

I see beauty in the marks of life
In freedom and sin
In open fields and crowded streets
I see in them new chances, new possibilities

Do I need any help?
I'm I sick? Am I wrong?

I see beauty in unique and original bodies
I feel for the interesting, not the average copy, the slightly more pleasant

Am I the only one who sees that?

Am I the only who happens to look like a copy and wishes for a single peace?