Pushing for perfection
Pulling for what you think beauty might be
Looking in the mirror
The refection surely is not your own
Nothing works
Everything feels broken
This smile to fake to be real
And these eyes can never see
The picture you've painted of me
I stand there staring....
All I see are my scars, and imperfections
I am trying to change
I am trying to see what you see in me
Most times I wanna hide in the shadows
Darkness it surrounds me
And hides my face
If I am so beautiful, why can't I bare to look at myself
but that's not fair is it...because I criticize myself more then anyone..don't I?
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