They seek a perfect version of me, but little do they know,
The struggles of being myself, the weight I must hold.
If only they understood the effort it takes to wear a smile,
To sit and pretend that everything is okay, all the while.

Being perfect isn't just about appearances; it's about embracing my true self.
Being fake is exhausting, and being loved for a facade is a hollow shell.
To reach my heart, you must love and accept me for who I am,
A soul that yearns for authenticity, vulnerability,...