"Perfect"

Perfect hair
Perfect body
Perfect friends
Perfect family
By one look at her anyone would think-perfect
She hangs out with the coolest crowds
She doesnt follow the trends, she starts them
Her smile can make you weak
All the guys love her
All the girls want to be just like her
But though she may have 'perfect' hair
A 'perfect' body
'Perfect' friends
And a 'perfect' family
If you look into her eyes
You will see pure sadness
All of her perfection
Is a true coverup
To hide her pain
She hates her life
Yet she wont admit it to herself or others
She bottles up her feelings
Because if she lets them out....
She will no longer be perfect
So she found a way to let out her emotions
She cuts
At night she crys as she holds the razor blade to her wrist
Yet no one knows about this
So everyone still finds her perfect
She will wake up in the morning
Scars on her wrists
Eyes red from crying all night
And she will look in the mirror and say-I'm Perfect
She lies to herself to keep herself going
She dresses in long sleeve shirts
And before you know it all the girls wear long sleeves
Even though it is hot outside
And when she gets home from her 'perfect' day
She lifts the sleeve on her shirt
And stares down on her scars
Stares down at the words she has carved into herself
Hate
Death
Tears
Words that no one knows she carves into her 'perfect' body
Her parents think nothing is wrong
Her mom expects her to be perfect
Her mom buys her the clothes
Says how proud she is when her 'perfect' daughter gets another 'perfect' boyfriend
But does her mom know about what her 'perfect' daughter does with that boyfriend?
He forces her to do things she doesnt want to
But how can she say no?
If she says no, then he will tell people
And she will no longer be perfect
After her boyfriend is done with her
He leaves her lying there
Leaves her to go get another girl
When he leaves
She crys
She cuts some more
Tears mix with blood
And when she is done
She gets up
Goes to the mirror
And says-I'm Perfect
Her father couldnt give a care about his 'perfect' daughter
He has been cheating on his 'perfect' wife for years now
And he once cheated on his wife with one of his 'perfect' daughters friends
And every time she sees her father leave the house
Saying he has to go work late
Hate and rage fills her 'perfect' body
She looks at her naive mother who just smiles at her 'perfect' daughter
She smiles back, her 'perfect' smile
And she goes to her room
And she crys silently
And when her mom goes to bed
She pulls the razor from its hidin place
And she carves words of hate into her arm
And when her father comes home late at night
She crys more
And when she hears her father go to bed at 5 in the morning
She gets up
Goes to the mirror
And says-I'm Perfect
None of her friends know about her secret non-perfect life
They all think and strive to be as 'perfect' as she is
They think that her relationship is the model relationship
That she is perfectly content with her 'perfect' boyfriend
They think her life is pure perfection
That she never feels any other emotion other than happiness
Little do they know that if they just lift her sleeve they will find marks of unperfection
When she starts to gain some weight
Her 'perfect' body weighing more than 106 pounds
She starves herself
She can not afford to gain weight
Because then people will know
She is not perfect
When people start to get suspicious
She eats
But later goes to the bathroom and throws up her food
And she wipes her mouth
And looks in the mirror
And says- I'm Perfect
Months of this starving life
She is skin and bones
Girls start wishing to be as skinny as she is
They think since she is 'perfect'
That the only true way to be beautiful
Is to be stick skinny.....like her
When the pain of not eating
Or eating just to throw it all up
Becomes too great
She thinks of a way to black out from the pain
She sits in her room
Folds her sleeve up
Revealing the bloody scars
And as she wraps a cloth tight around her upper arm
She gently puts the needle into her skin
She closes her eyes as she shoots up drugs
Pulling the needle out
Untying the cloth
She stands up
Wobbly
And walks over to the mirror
And says- I'm Perfect
It doesnt take long for her to become addicted
It doesnt take long for the drugs to start losing their effects
It doesnt take long for her to start stealing her parents credit cards
To buy more drugs
And soon she turns to drinking
One beer at first
No harm done
But soon she starts hiding liquor in her room
In her locker
And drinking all the time
And everytime she gets drunk
She stumbles into the bathroom
Looks into the mirror
And slurs- I'm Perfect
It doesnt take long for her to become addicted
And it doesnt take long for it to become difficult
Difficult to hide her real life
Her 'perfection' seems to dim as her weight drops
As bags form under her eyes
As she shakes whenever she isnt drinking or taking drugs
From her paranoia about life
From the way she walks
From the way she talks
Her friends start leaving
Her mom gets worried
Even her dad notices
Rumors start flying
But all the rumors are true
And one day
While she sits at home
Doing drugs
With a bottle of liquor sitting next to her
Her parents walk in
She trys to hide what she is doing
Its too late
Her mom is crying
Her dad is trying to hide his emotions
A lady
In a suit
Walks in after her parents
Takes the hand of the 'perfect' girl
And says-
Its time for you to get help
All the girl can think its
How she doesnt need help
She is 'perfect'
If she gets help
Everyone will know that she isnt 'perfect'
But the truth is
That everyone already knows
She is sent to rehab
Where she shakes all the time
Where she starts hearing voices
Telling her to get out
Telling her to cut herself
Telling her to drink
Telling her not to eat
Telling her to get her needle and shoot up her drugs
But most importantly
Telling her that she is Perfect

Perfection is not real
Perfection can not happen
Those who tell themselves that they are perfect
Those who tell others that they are perfect
Are lying
Are covering up their insecurities
They might not be heading for the same fate
But they are lying none the less
It is those of us
Who admit
That we arent perfect
In any sense of the word
That we have problems
That we mess up
That we cry
That we get angry
That our parents arent perfect
That our relationships
Arent perfect
That our friends
Arent perfect
When we admit that we arent perfect
When we admit that we have problems
We dont have to hide ourselves
We dont have to keep up an act
We can never be perfect
But we can work towards being better people
Because faked perfection
Is the farthest thing from real perfection

wow that poem is great i think its the best so far i think you could be famous for that one

haha thanks =]

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very long but i managed lol
i agree with jul mer

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