Because of my mask,

I am free.

The plastic, fakeness that I can't take off,

It overcomes me.

Somehow, it makes me happy,

None of the scars can be revealed.

This is who I really am,

But no one can accept what is sealed.

Wishing to be one who is thin,

Like Victoria's Secret or Playboy chicks.

I am not them,

So why can't I win?!

I look in the mirror,

Covering my selfishness.

Why can't I be perfect,

Why this imperfect flesh?