Imperfection

My imperfections are visible
even to a blind eye.
I am covered in insecurities
Soaked in betrayal
lathered up with lies
put on a pedestal
and told not to cry.

You must wear your pain like a ballroom gown.
Use your tears to cleanse your broken heart
but never let them see you frown.
Take the lies, as a guide to see the truth.
Understand betrayal
means the only person to trust is you.