Endure
Beauty is pain
Is it insane
I only want to change
And be a different me
I try and try and try
I am just try to reach reach
These beauty standards set before me
I want go be perfect not real
Right now the real me dies
Hiden by a disquise
Who is this girl I look at in the mirror
It's not my face
It's not my skin
It's not my life
But it's still my sin
Even so I still chase to be noticed
To be seen
But this is not me
I have been pretending for years
I need to end this lie
But the withdrawals are deathening
How much longer do I endure being this perfect girl
When will I break and say this is enough
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