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,



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