Imperfections

When I look in the mirror, all I see are imperfections.

An unfortunate reflection

Stares back at me.

Makes me want to scream.

Cause I know everyone notices them too.

Are my flaws this obvious to you?

And I hate that everyone pretends not to see

Everything I don't want to to be.

Not good enough? That's me.

They say I'm pretty, but I don't see what they see.

I wish I know how it felt to be flawless.

To be faultless.

But I'm not.

So we gotta make do with what we got.

So I'll try to keep my chin held high.

Try to convince myself everything's alright.

Can someone point me in the right direction?

When I look in the mirror, all I see are imperfections.

The End

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