What is your perfection?
Is any of it actually real?
Perhaps I don't have styled hair,
and my makeup isn't very heavy.
I know the scars aren't nice,
and my clothes are very unique.
So I am not perfect.
Does this make me less than you?
Are you, the perfect statue, better?
So cold and so utterly heartless,
yet is is you that men pursue.
How can I ever compare to you,
a perfectly planned out sculpture?