Perfection.

Thought after thought as I look into the mirror 
The picture I see coming clear 

A blemish on the left cheek,
scar on the right 
Covering them up,
keeping them out of sight

Squeeze my stomach in wishing it would stay 
If I just keep wishing will these insecurities go away? 

Hide in my room, try not to come out 
Tired of listening to the screams and the shouts 

I wish things could go back to how they were before
A nice little family I used to adore

What did I do wrong, is it my fault again? 
Trying to follow the rules, but some have to bend

Trying so hard to be perfect enough 
But, perfection is all really a bluff 

Stuck in a world where your pressured to be perfect
When will the real me finally surface?