Image of perfection

An image of perfection, that's what I must be
No room for flaws, no space for me to be free
A little blue, a slight tilt, and I'm rejected too
The standard is high, and I must shine through

The image of me is set, a benchmark so fine
Be the best, no mistakes, all the time
No flaws, no errors, just a perfect disguise
A constant pressure, a heavy compromise
© Ananya mishra