Part of a poem I deleted by accident =\

I'm so afraid for you to see me without make up on
Will my scars and blemishes cause you to run?
I try so hard to seem perfect, that's my imperfection
And when you catch me flawed, I always have an objection
To what you are saying, even though you are right
I just don't want to be judged under the spotlight
I'll fold and you can call, I don't really mind at all
I just want to be in the background, you can be the wonderwall