"Faking It"

Who is this person I see in the mirror,

Do I know them at all?

She's always being told she's loved,

Yet left behind to fall

Who owns the pretty face people say they see,

Pretty is no word that describes me,

People lying to my face,

Tell me what I am as I fall from grace

I don't know the person people say they see,

I'm lying to you, and even to me,

I don't feel loved or pretty or smart,

In my apparent life I know no part

Perfection is the word people strive for but don't want to be,

It's killing you but it's really killing me,

My insecurities run so deep within,

This battle's one I just won't win