Coping myself in the shadows of lies
An imperfection waiting to be seen
Hiding myself in my perfect disguise
What a foolish person I have been
Being someone for a very long time
For no one be able to see
The person whom I think no one will like
The person named Imperfect me
As I look at myself in the mirror
I saw a familiar yet uncertain face
All the characteristics I have to borrow
For all my flaws to be erased
I was trusted and I was adored
But it still felt so empty
It felt dull and was bored
Now the darkness consumed me
