Perfectly Imperfect

She's looking for an escape.. she's looking for the next thing that's gonna make her feel good again. She doesn't know if it's gonna be a bottle of liquor, pills, or someone, just for awhile. She's perfectly imperfect. She smiles through her broken soul. She laughs through her tears. You'd never guess she's completely shattered. You'd never guess how she sees herself. You'd never realize the nights she's spent, one hand on her stomach another hand over her mouth, just completely broken. She's perfectly imperfect. She's the one you run to when you're broken, when you feel like you've had enough. She's your reminder of just how strong you really are. If only she could realize that being imperfect is perfect.