Property of Society

I feel as if I'm trying to make everyone happy, everyone but myself. Maybe it's because I'm selfless, maybe it's because I feel I'm not worthy of happiness. Either way, it hurts. God it hurts so bad. The pressure to be perfect is the root of our own destruction. We're told we have to be pretty to be wanted. But the moment we alter our looks to meet expectations, were shot down. "You wear too much makeup," they tell us. "This is why we have trust issue," we're told. So we try to pretend it doesn't bother us, that we are confident in who we are. But we're not. And if maybe everyone loved one's self for who they were, the world would be a happier place. But we can't escape it. We can't escape the pressure to be perfect.