Perfect

And all the little girls in the world played dress up with their barbies, knowing exactly who they wanted to grow up to be....

Everyone has their idea;
Of what my perfect is;
But how do you know what I should be?
That my perfect isn�t this?

You say a little thinner;
You say a little smarter;
Try it this way instead;
Work a little harder.

I never said I wanted to be fixed;
What�s wrong with who I am?
I don�t want to paint face;
Set up an eloquent sham.

Why is it so easy see;
What�s wrong instead of right?
We�re always so eager to drag out the dark;
Than to gaze at something in light.

But apparently I�m broken;
Which is why I need to be fixed;
So if I left the old me behind;
It definitely would not be missed.

I�m not the model on the runaway;
Nor the actress on the screen;
I don�t hold a super power;
I�m better
I�m simply
Me