Perfection

She was THAT girl
Perfect in every way.
She never had any flaws,
As if she was perfectly molded out of clay.

Perfection was her middle name,
Her parents were always proud.
You'd think she had this perfect life,
But inside, she was screaming loud.

If you lift up those sleeves
Of the perfectly clean shirts
You'd see the truth
of how she really hurts.

Cuts and scrapes are what you'll see,
On this perfect girls wrist
Although people said they loved her,
She thought she'd never be missed.

But as she looked in the mirror
To find all her flaws,
She realized that night nightmare,
was me all along.