perfect

I'm perfect , Yet I claw and scratch at my skin , Yet I turn from the mirror if I look too long and it gets under my skin , I'm perfect , Yet people tend to look down on me , And i can't accept a compliment if it's about me , I'm perfect , Yet I fall to my knees , Wishing I wasn't me , Maybe I'm perfect but I'm not to me , I'm never going to be perfect to me , Too many complexities blur my perception of me , I will never be perfect to me .