Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to point and stare?
Don't tell me how to fix myself.
Don't tell me how to be the perfect model from the cookie cutter mold.
You don't know the pain that lies underneath this skin I am in.
You don't know the constant battle that rages on behind my perfect smile.
Just let me be as I am.
Flawed.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to point and stare?
Don't tell me how to fix myself.
Don't tell me how to be the perfect model from the cookie cutter mold.
You don't know the pain that lies underneath this skin I am in.
You don't know the constant battle that rages on behind my perfect smile.
Just let me be as I am.
Flawed.
