Be perfect not happy They say,
Stand up taller.
Brush your hair.
Smile at them.
And you do.
Because you want to be like them.
Perfect, not happy.
It rings in your head
Sending a chill through your body.
But you don’t stop.
You want to be noticed for once.
You want to be just like them.
But you stop and think,
What are they truly?
Depressed?
Stressed?
Every morning they wake up,
And become someone they’re not.
They wear tight long sleeve-shirts,
To cover up the scars,
From that one really difficult night.
They don't care about you.
They never did.
They never will.
So don't try and be like them.
Pretty?
Perfect?
Popular?
No.
Never.
They’re just like you.
Not happy,
Unless they’re perfect.
Which they will never be.
But you're different now.
You realize now thats its best
Not be perfect, but to be
Happy.