Dying to be beautiful

Other's look on and believe this pain isn't real
But they should wake up because they don't feel what I feel!

Beauty is bullshit,
It doesn't come from within.
It's what's on the outside,
Perfection=thin.

I know I should learn that it's wrong,
But they shouldn't have kept me locked up so long.

I slowly crawl on,
I'm not afraid to fall.
I'll win this battle whether or not you care at all.

The scales have become my latest trend,
My latest addiction,
My new best friend.

Society veiws people through black and white,
Perfection=white&&&Imperfect=black.
As a young girl I'd stare at the models,
With tears in my eyes;"why can't I look like that?"

I'll become what I want,
Even if I ruin my life trying.
Because striving to be beautiful,
Is worth the pain of dying.