Why am I constantly feeling pressured to worry about the many 'flaws' I have to perfect?
It seems nowadays that's even far more important than intellect.
If I don't look and act perfectly people won't appreciate me,
So this fake self is who I feel compelled to be.
If I don't look 'good' people will think I'm worthless,
To everyone it seems all that matters is what's on the surface.
Sadly my most prized possession is my make-up collection,
I'm not able to stand not one little imperfe