I kneel at my bedside and pray. I pray to God asking him to make me perfect. I realize that being perfect is impossible but I want it so badly. I want to be able to go to school with out wearing any makeup, and feel beautiful. I want to stop apologizing for not being good enough for my parents and teachers. Every morning I spend three hours trying to cover up the scars and bruises my imperfection causes me. The seventeen years I have been on this Earth, my parents have literally pushed me to be the best and I’m not sure I can handle it anymore. This world would be much better without me.