She was perfect in every way
She was popular and loved
Great parents and best friends
Boys liked her
Girls Envied her
She was perfect
But perfect was not what she saw
She was weird and hated
Divorced parents and cruel friends
Boys didn't want her
And as a single tear runs
Down her freckled, imperfect cheek
Past her broken heart
It lands on her scared arm
Drips past her forsaken body
And lands on the floor
Where she lays alone
This is kind of a poem about me.
