That’s what the outside world saw.
A girl in a dress with a genuine smile,
a smile that was more real than necessary.
Not a single hair was out of place,
nor a tiny smudge of make-up.
She was the definition of perfect.
Perfect: adj. excellent or complete beyond practical or theoretical improvements.
It’s funny; she didn’t feel complete at all.
There was no room for error,
yet she still strived to be golden, real, and plastic.
She looked in the mirror as a lip-glossed, glassy-eyed stranger looked back out.
Curse perfection she sighed
and curse the desire to be perfection!
More than anything she yearned to be perfect,
yet more than anything she wished to be the complete opposite.
Emptiness fills blush coated cheeks,
real thought pushed down by the “right thoughts.”
Will we ever be able to break free?