For as long as i remember,
I always tried to be perfect
I always made sure to be the prettier
I made sure to be the best

I showed confidence to others
Sitting quietly like a decorative doll on my chair
Listening and learning from my teachers
Acting like nothing except my being mattered

They all loved that
But it was all fake
In reality i'm just a brat
Just a freak who tears up and breaks

As my porcelain's skin cracking
My true face is more and more visible
It's slowly stopping my little fantasy
It's taking me away from that unusual ectasy
Away from the perfection i always wanted to be