Perfection

Perfection

by ~Bronwinn

I enter my room and slam the door
Hear about perfection more and more
I lay on the bed such a comfortable bed
And suddenly hear the voices yell in my head
They talk about perfection in a voice so moody
They speak of blond, blue eyed beauty
But here I am brown hair, brown eyes
Oh those girls I do despise
I feel like a needle in a hay stack
Never to be seen by that girl's pack
No boy sees a girl so shy
Not even when your sitting in a corner weeping a cry
The voices scream and I scream back
They begin to enter my sanity as they hack and hack
I take a blade and look at it straight
My reflection shows me a face of hate
I give it back a sneering look
I feel like the fish attracted to the hook
I lay it down on my skin
But the pain feels only like a small pin
My adrenaline is up, up so high
I feel the pain trickle down my spine
I begin to write a word of harm
I write it on my arm
P - E - R - F - E - C - T
I might as well finish me off now
I cut both wrists, I now how
I begin to fade away
When I finally say
What's the point of living if you can't be perfect...

Author's Note

We're all perfect in our own way...