Perfection

If there were such a thing, would we ever know?
Would our clothes look different?
Would more skin show?
I know there's a reason,
for every one to look the way they do, If only I knew the reason, but I have no clue.
We all have different colored skin,
so what does that mean?
Are we so different within?
It makes me want to scream.
I keep on trying to reach that place,
that one little planet where they all love my face.But there is no little planet, where I can't feel the rejection.
But I'll keep trying, to achieve you're perfection.