Lexii

I am perfect
Beautiful, pretty, adorable what ever you may call me
I smile I flirt I laugh
People worship me want to be me
if they only knew . . .
look carefully at my face and you'll see the cracks that let you know my face is a mask I hide behind. Chip away at my face and watch the pieces shatter on the floor
Look and see I'm not really me anymore
The girl inside wants to be her own person
She want to fly high in the sky free as a bird but her soul is trapped inside the prison of false smiles and backstabbing besties
One day I hope it will all fall away reveling the girl who isn't perfect because perfect people only exist in nightmares spun of deceit
I want to be me
a singer
a writer
A imperfect angel