Insecure
A love hate for my body
Are consumed by a misunderstanding mind
I look at myself with love and hate at the same time
What I have is a confusing set of eyes
What I have is a uneven heart with a
perception that is dissected by the visions of what I think I should look like
I'm not perfect but I wish I was
I'm not everything I dream to see
Blinded by the models I see on tv
I fix my hair
I fix my make up
I put on the latest fashion
All of a sudden
I have found love in me
I feel like a queen
I look like a goddess
I look like a dream
What a twisted love game I play on me
I call myself beauty and the beast
Love myself one day then hate myself the next day
I'm beautiful one day then ugly the next day
I see perfection one day then imperfect the next day
I'm at war with my mind and my body
I'm at war with my beauty and my ugly
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