Perfect
Location
Sometimes people tell me that I'm perfect
All things considered, I am-
On the outside of course;
My inside still needs work
More work than I'm willing to admit
The pain needs to be washed clean
The happiness refreshed
The love rekindled
People see what they want to see
I don't think that will change
I don't think I could stand it if it did
People see the truth in the lies they tell themselves
If your outside is pretty, then surely, your inside must be too
But what they don't realize,
Is the curtains that keep them from looking inside me
Are also the only things keeping me together.