Perfect
I’m sinking.
Deeper and deeper I sink.
I’m being torn all different directions.
Torn piece by piece because of my imperfections.
Dye your hair black.
Die your hair blond.
You need muscles and a rack.
We want your hair short and long.
We want you smaller.
We want you to look taller.
We need to change your eyes.
You have to tell more lies.
The person you were has to die.
I am surrounded by what is fake.
I am surrounded by people who just want me to brake.
They have taken everything that once was me.
Who is me?
I am not even sure anymore.
I don’t even know who anyone really is anymore.
I am a lie living in a lie.
Living in a shadow of the image people want me to be,
Not what is me.
I am trying to fit in that perfect portrait they made.
I am trying to live up to expectations I have not even made.
I fade!
I sink!
I’m still sinking.
I try to be so perfect.
Perfect!!
Jeanette Hedglin
Age 26
Copyright © Jeanette Huston | Year Posted 2005
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