When people look at me, they don't see me.
There's a girl who's put together on the outside,
With makeup and hair done to a tee.
But deep beneath the surface,
I'm insecure, I'm broken,
I'm flawed and plain and crying out
And yet I still love myself.
I'm crazy and different and extreme
And yet I love myself.
They'll tell you to be flawless
You must truely be flawless.
But your flaws make you unique.
Its time we become,