Spending hours of putting on make up.
Always going the extra mile to make sure you satisfy yourself

On the out side your confident
That nothing can bring you down
But yet on the inside your struggling
Thinking you aren’t perfect.

And looking in the mirror
or not
Not being able to look in a mirror
thinking that you can’t even be looked at

And when you feel pretty its only for a matter of minutes
Only because your favourite band is singing a song to make you think your pretty

But it never stays
Just plain insecurity
That eats away at the skin
The soul
The mind

You cant even look at yourself.