That's your perception.

You judge me because you can,
But you don't know battles I have won;
Against principalities and addictions.
I admit I'm built perfect,
Yes I'm the definition of beauty;
Though my actions ain't one of a kind.

And you look at me as a perfectionist,
Never pleased with yourself you ableist
If judging me is mandetory,
Then please let me tell my story;
Born great yet wrapped in folly,
On such case who doesn't need an antoney?

To defend my honor cause I feel victimized,
By...