They expect us to be pretty, they expect us to be smart, they expect us to give them what they want. They tell us we need to change, that were not good enough, they tell us were better off not living. Perfection is what they want, but perfection is what I already am, with these cuts and scars all over my body, if you don't love me then you might as well leave, take one look back, and just forget about me. If you can't respect someone for there past and there decisions, you might as well start to learn. The scars on our bodies will remain with them forever, our minds will always be stuck in that sort of darkness, you are perfection, you are beautiful, you are wanted, you are not worthless, you are a one of a kind.
{j.m.t.}
