She has perfect eyes,

Around her finger, all the guys,

The way she walks,

I love the way she talks.

People look at her,

All I can see is blur,

They all say-

So perfect how may,

She has perfect hair,

All that I can care,

They told me-

Keep a dream to be-

The perfect "she"

I stood there like a tree,

I look at me

Just like a flea

I starved myself

Took a book out the shelf

Told my soul

Tired of fixing the hole

Embracing all the holes

Loving all the moles

Looking at my reflection

Loving all my imperfection.