Picture Perfect.
Sweet smile, pretty face,
perfect for the picture.
Flawless pose, good angle,
good for the picture.
Picture perfect, I must be
for I do not have the confidence
to face the world with all these scars.
I'm scared of the criticism I might get.
Obsessed with perfection,
my daily life is such a lie.
Trying to keep the character in check
with the ones I call "friends"
Scared that they might judge
the tears and runny nose
behind the perfect face
and flawless me.
Picture perfect, I was made to be,
the society that locked that
the young girl that wanted love
behind the bars in her head.
Called her immature
young and stupid
who is greedy for attention,
I wonder if it's a bad thing...
My picture-perfect days are over,
I want to break free from the chains that held me,
step out with shoulders held high,
face straight, expression intact
and with solid confidence...
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.
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