Do you understand?
I am not perfect.
You point me out for it.
But...
Do you understand how it feels to not want to feel the way you feel?
Do you get the same feeling I get when you look at yourself?
Take hours a day for something as pointless as looking at yourself in a mirror and picking imperfections out? A feeling that is so deep that you can feel your insides crumble and your heart break a little with every flaw you find?
When you point me out, do you understand?
Do you understand the feeling I get?
Or is that why you're doing it?
You do understand.
