I was looking for perfection, that I could never see.
I was reaching into thin air hoping for it to appear there.
I wouldn't look into the mirror,
because I knew it could never be.
I was living in a fantasy world,
where it might come true,
but everyday passed and nothing changed.
So one day I lifted my head, .and looked into the mirror and seen me
I was scarred and flawed,
but I was me.
Not what the world made,
but something that was shaped by God's hand.
I am a human being.
Perfect was never meant to be my word, and that's all it took was for me to look up, and see that I am the way I'm supposed to be.
Why should I change, when I was beautifully made by Gods hand,
and God makes no mistake.
So I'll love me for me, and plug my ears at what the world says I should be.