I am perfectly imperfect
When all of my illusions are taken out When all of the makeup falls away My flaws are visable But, now I realize,so what?
I am actually stubborn and loud Like some car that just keeps honking But I will never back down from what I am or what I believe in
Beneath my painted smile I am A mess that just wants to cry and weep sometimes In the end though, that's just humanity, right? My unshielded words are rough without thought or order While in reality I must always sound calm and perfect Questions are always on my lips Who, what, when, where, why Driving everyone crazy in my want for more knowledge
When I become unflitered and exoposed I think of myself as weak, needing my makeup and heels as body armor Become demure to deal with the day, bowing my head and being quiet But this has made me think Whats so wrong with being like Rose from Titanic, tossing off her rich shoes to dance Whats so wrong with being me, instead of some dresssed up ideal
I am perfectly imperfect And I will be perfectly imperfect I will live without regret, and just be me