There is a place in which I dwell,
deep inside, no one can tell.
It has no address in which to see,
for this place is perfection's prison deep within me.
How do I compete with the world around?
With beauties galore that around me surrounds?
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
An aging woman I don't know, staring back at me.
Losing the youthful glow which used to be,
reflected in the mirror back to me.
For when perfection's prison has a hold of one,
you step back and realize the imperfections one by one.
Ways to change the flaws we see,
or conceal them so others oversee.
And accept us as we are...
then we can accept ourselves as that shining star!
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