Saturday, September 13, 2003

Perfect.

A perfect girl
You want to be her
In her perfect world
Where you think you've seen her
You want to know her
You wish to show her
Your pathetic life
And have her sympathize
But you don't see the knife
Held behind her eyes...

You watch her laugh
You see her smile
To you it seems
Her life's worthwhile
And as everyone else
You just can't see
She hates herself
Her state-of-being...

She looks in the mirror
At her disguise
She screams in terror
When she doesn't recognize
Herself anymore
Glass shatters on the floor
Cuts into her skin
And buries itself deep within...

She knows she's ugly
From the inside out
Don't tell her otherwise
Your motives she'll doubt
Don't try to be kind
Or whisper in her ear
She's gone completely blind
And she can no longer hear...

The glass flows through her veins
All the more delicate
She's going insane
She doesn't think she can handle it
But everyone else
Thinks she's perfect
So she can't ask for help
And she stays in torment
While behind her mask
She watches her life pass...

You love her
Tell her this
It helps her
Though she denies it
And when she thinks she can't go on
Let her fall into your arms
Hold this perfect thing you love
Protect her heart from anymore harm...

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