Corrupted Mind

I'll let it go.
But the tears roll down my face,
I hope you know.
The pressure to be perfect, it is stupid, and it's worthless
But it gets to me everyday.
And I blame the media for my pain.
Perfect skin and perfect hair
The fakeist smile of the year
But it still gets me.
It still takes me.
It still breaks my stubborn mind
And makes me go slightly blind.
Just like the rest.
And I'm incaged in a rusted, steal nest.
As these tears roll down my face.
I blame the media for my pain.
Perfect weight, perfect face.
Perfect laugh, and perfect fakes.
Beauty is a lie, created by paid camera guys...