I wish that I was perfect,
my reflection I would see,
the perfect waist and legs,
but that is just not me.
I wish that I was perfect,
recieve a gift of faith,
the perfect smile upon my face,
but that gift is coming late.
I wish that I was perfect,
high cheek bones and deep set eyes,
laying out in the warm sun,
but I am seeking through the lies.
I wish that I was perfect,
no scars visible for you to see,
one day they'll leave my wrists,
but this will still be me.
I wish that I was perfect,
in every single way,
so I could be that happy,
no matter what they say.
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