by Layla Donovan

Created on: April 10, 2009

Every morning is the same: makeup,hair,lashes curled

I do a double take in the mirror to check for flaws

I need to be perfect, I must be perfect

In my head I say that it's just for me, I just want to be pretty, don't you see?

I want to be thin, I want to be lovely, I want to be fit, I want to be sexy

What's wrong with caring about how I look?

Don't call me arrogant, don't call be conceited

I walk through the crowds, I peer through shaded eyes

I see the looks, I see the stares

Are they noticing flaws, are they noticing imperfection

Is my dress on right, is a hair out of place

I catch my reflection, I breathe a sigh of relief

Isn't this what you wanted? To have everyone notice?

To have everyone gawking at the doll that is walking?

No, it's just for me, I don't care what they think

Then why am I so nervous, why can't I think straight?

I want them to notice, I want to be the star

I want the leading role, to be better by far

It's so much work, but I can't help it

It's an addiction for perfection

It's an addiction for attention

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