Perfection???

Perfection???
All I ever wanted was to be perfect...
But the more I wanted it the less I became it.
no one knows the struggles we all go through whether its together or alone, we all have our enemies, and mine is myself.

All I wanted was perfection...
skin and bone screams gorgeous in my eyes.
I just gave up with the malicious voices in my head telling me i wasn't good enough

'Come on skinny love' is all I want to be... but the barriers won't let me engulf them in real.
This darkness is shadowing the light and perfection will bring out the sun,
Wont it?
I hate ME! And the body decor engraved into my skin shows it...
'Who will love you, who will fight'????

I'm not depressed, I'm just not perfect
food is a destroyer of pretty and bones are my sanctum.
Society sold me a story of skinny.
And ironically, I bought it...

This ticking time bomb has destructed and no more waiting!
Perfection is what I'm not, but all I want to be...
to him, to her, to them, to everyone......

You know when your perfect, when you have him on your arm,
smiles that don't fade
and the smallest clothes just aren't small enough.
Everything that I don't have .

I used to be so blind, but now I have awoken
to the ugly mess I made
and the monster I have become
I've forgotten who I was, before the twist
but the end to this terrible tale lies where
PERFECTION is missed.