Perfectionistical.

She is a nothing, a nobody.
Just a failed production of the re-productive system.
Hopelessly devoted, to putting her down.
It's her parents job to push her around.

Perfectionistical standards they idolize.
Tugging, pulling and abusing.
Pushing, yanking and yelling.
Making everything just right.

One shove to many.
She falls to her knees.
Shambles of her emotions linger.
Feelings of worthlessness remains.

Hate me for who I am.
Love me for what I am not.
Plays on repeat.
While the torture carries on.

Cachinnations play out.
As she struggles about.
Losing the battle.
Failing at life itself.

© Megan Wheeler 2007