June 20, 2011
Perfection is what they throw in my face.
But I'm just their little disgrace.
Family cant handle it, the person i am
And my friends, its not like they give a damn.
The counselor talks and i try to hear.
But he brings up reflection,the thing i fear.
Self conscious but i try my best.
Looking in the mirror without crying,the final test
1day ill get there, that's what they say.
Because that means perfection,is finally on its way.
But they cant handle it that I'm just me.
I'm the best i know how to be.
The tears in my eyes, aren't a joke.
Just a reminder of how my heart broke.
Because of people that "love me with all their heart"
But if that's true, why am i still falling apart?
No Matter what the reason,for perfection i will strive.
The whole tI'me wondering why I'm even alive.

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