Tell me I'm pretty,
just for me to take days to decide,
if you're lying,

Tell me I'm worth it,
just for me to analyze,
all the reasons I do(n't) have to keep trying,

Tell me it'll all get better,
just for me to cry for hours,
wondering when,

Try to change my perspective,
only to fail,
and make it look hopeless ,

Because this,
is what imperfection sounds like,
from a shattered perspective.