Perfect Imperfections
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear, my beauty is upclose near
The closer I look at myself, the futher more I differ from myself
I never could understand why hate is a crime against oneself
Makeup I wear is for enhancing, not for deceiving
Waking up from a visionary dreams, I feel more surpreme
Through out life, words are what judge me
I knew it was a cast or spell that let it gotten to me
I broken the curse ..at last .. I feel free
Inside of my soul, it felt like being in a court room for jury, pleading innocent or guilty
Inhale...Exhale, confidence felt like it was in a cell of jail, waiting for bail
Heads or tail, I learn...others opinons don't satisfy my life
No matter how hard you try, you'll sigh and deny
...Only you have the view of a hawks eye
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