I’m not a perfect being
After all I’m human
I don’t have the best smile
Sometimes I find my voice annoying
Like a whaling child
I’m not that tall
To some I’m considered short
Compliments of attracting sent my way
But when I look in the mirror
All I see is faults in my face
I tell the truth
But lie with the best
I don’t have a gorgeous body
Barley have a chest
I have bags under my eyes
From constantly chasing sleep
Scars on my face
No one seems to notice
So that means no one really notice me
I’m not perfect
Imperfections all over me
But the only thing I’ve perfected
Is the mask I wear everyday
I smile and laugh
So everyone will think
That I’m doing ok