Is perfect really perfect?
by Celeste Smith

They thought she was perfect
They thought she led a perfect life
She wasn’t so beautiful she was hated
She wasn’t so ugly she was shunned
She wasn’t such a genius her childhood was wrecked
She wasn’t so average she became a nobody
She wasn’t so loud she never listened
She wasn’t so quiet that she wasn’t heard
She wasn’t so open that her tears could fall
She wasn’t so closed that she lost friends

They thought she was perfect
But little did they know
That she cried to sleep at night
That she studied hard to forget reality
That she was closed so nobody could make her cry
That she seemed open so that no one would pry
That she ran from her past
That she dreamt of her future
That days were only temporary reliefs
From the nightmares she relived
That she was always wishing
For a future she knew she could not have
Wishing she could talk
Wishing she was perfect
Like the people who thought she was
Who stared at her with green envy
And messed with her confidence

Little did they know
She felt so far from perfect