I wake up, look in the mirror. I see a tiny error
The image staring back couldn't be any clearer
Desperately seeking perfection
Not knowing its in my reflection.
Society and media distort the perception of beauty
But who knows what it is? Really and truly?
You were born original don't die a cheap imitation,
We are the imperfectly perfect beings of Gods creation.
There's no one better at being you, than you
So be yourself, otherwise you'll run out of people to change into!
It's not the colour of your skin
It's the substance within
You think no one will recognise. I see the confusion in your eyes, the face you paint on as a disguise.
Don't be fooled by what you see
True beauty is what lies underneath..
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