People think that perfection
Means you're the golden child
With everything going right in your life
With nothing crazy or wild

When they don't realize
How wrong they really are

Perfection is really
A mask
To hide
Pain
Injuries
Sorrow

You can only see it if the mask is removed
That plastic mask
That somehow everyone is oblivious to

So pity the perfect
Tell them hello
And say that you'll never let them go