All Kinds Of [Un]perfection

The tears I cry
are black from the makeup
I hide behind
And I'm feeling
all kinds of unperfect
in my own skin
my dreams are screwed up,
lyrical disasters,
implying questions I
don't want to ask.
Why can't I be what
everyone needs?
I want to be his Venus,
her Athena,
instead I am only
the goddess
of me.
Not beautiful,
not wise,
but somewhere inbetween
just doing my best,
struggling,
to stay in this unperfection
that is me.