Everyone seemed to run towards perfection in this small world and so did I....

But instead I became a coward....I was afraid of showing my insecurities, I feared showing my weaknesses and I struggled with the real me.

I pretended to be strong so that my fear and unhappiness would go unnoticed. I tried to love myself but it was harder than I thought it would be.

I tried to fight but all this pretending had left me with nothing but weakness and at the end, I lost myself. 

I lost the person I was. I didn't know me. Who was I? 

Perfect from the society's view or an empty body that used to house the old me?