Although our faces may stand behind a electronic shield,

Hidden from reality,

We can still detect the truth if we were to peel,

Peel the colors from your pictures and disocver the unreality 

The idea of perfection has to stop

Before we become so self absorbed, 

That we lose touch with our true selves and then flop,

Flop into another demension, end up in another orb

Where we hid ourselves from other people

Who do nothing but judge

Who makes our minds jump off a stepple

Whose closed minds won't budge

The fact that we cover ourselves for others

Who really don't care about us

Should bring shame to our mothers

All they do is negatively discuss 

We shouldn't be scared to show who we are

Just so we can fit people's small perceptions

We were created to be beautiful, we are the cosmos, we are the stars,

Don't hide yoursleves and make your pictures deceptions

Be an exception

Don't base yourslef on others' self-deceptions