That perfect girl
To all the girls who wake up and are virtually perfect.. and the boys who look past us normal girls
I wake up every day just to look in the mirror,
And what do I see?
Thunder thighs,
chubby tummy,
stretch marks,
scars and new “scratch marks”
Did I lose that ten pounds yet?
Skipping breakfast today I see
Two or three hours of sleep I lost,
So I could cake on these three pounds of make up
Is it worth the cause?
Am I pretty yet?
I wonder to myself
when I walk through that classroom door,
the words that come from the cheerleaders mouth
“god whats wrong with her,
doesn’t she know how she looks”
I guess this means ill be skipping lunch,
Lunch bell rings,
To the bathroom I go
Tears mix with blood as they both run down,
When will I ever be your perfect girl.
(2015)
