Bottled Up Beauty

For some, beauty 
Is a trait best
Worn brazen in
Bright lights and
Loud nights out 
With people who
Never think
Twice. But that 
Kind of beauty 
Fades quickly 
To wrinkles 
And warps
Where paint once
Lived then died.
But the beauty 
You wear, you don’t 
Wear at all.
This beauty is
You inside 
And out and
That you shine
There is no doubt.
For your beauty cannot 
Be washed away 
With a towel
And your beauty cannot 
Be bought on an aisle 
The beauty you wear, 
You don’t wear at all.
For your beauty is
In the warmth
Of your 
Smile.

Author's Note

What do you think of the form? It's a freestyle with hints of a rhyming scheme.
What do you think in general?