You hate the way your hair falls, so you hide it in a bun. You turn up to school each day,
look around and feel outdone. You check your thighs constantly to see if you've gained
weight. You can't get to sleep at night because you're too busy fighting fate. You hate
your heart for beating and letting it cause you pain. You're so over being hurt, you
don't ever want to love again. You have to wear makeup to feel more secure. And
when you're asked how you feel you're never really sure. You hate to let people
in, you fear you'll let them down. You wear a pretty smile so people won't
know your frown. And when you look in the mirror all you see
is a broken mess. But, darling, when I look at you,
What I see is flawless