It ***** to know you say you love me
Yet you point out my flaws
Yes, I don't have the flawless face
the fit hair
a slim waist
an endless smile
the always sparkling eyes

Then you ask me why I doubt that you do

It's not love when you can see every wrong there is

When you  rub it in my face that I am not perfect
it doesn't make me feel any better
It makes me feel like I won't be enough
then you have comebacks that you like it that way
Sometimes I may get used to other people saying that but maybe I just want to look like I'm perfect for someone not my family but someone else special to me