I've never once looked in the mirror,
To see a pretty face.
The only things I noticed were imperfections,
Things out of place.
I cover with smiles and busy myself,
To stay out of my head.
But every night I can't escape it,
When I go to bed.

It's not my life,
It's not my spouse,
Or my family.
The only thing that I despise,
Is simply me.
I prepare for failure,
Because I don't deserve success.
I don't get the clothes I want,
Because I hate my body.
Every word I've written,
I'll never love,
For everything I see,
Are imperfections.
Perfection is not attainable,
When it's anything to do with me.