How can I want a portrait of perfection?
When I can’t stand my own reflection
As I look into the mirror
And pick at my complexion.

My face in public, I try to hide.
A smile on the front, but tears inside.
I look happy to most,
But to all, I’ve lied.

To what I’ve been dealt, what a hand,
But the misery inside has happiness banned.
A change is needed,
And it’s what I demand.