Being beautiful is not as i appear to be

maybe to you, but not to me

Makeup covers all of my imperfections

and I wont stop until i've reached perfection

Being confident is key my friends say

i cant help but lay my days away

on my bed with tears down my face

will i ever find my happy place?



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