Perfect and Petty

Best schools, best aids, best clubs, best grades, She spent years on end playing perfect charades. Best house, best friends—good girl, but she fades, Because all her parents did was point out her mistakes. “Did you clean the house—walk the dog—make your bed—wash your car? How many times can I say lazy won’t get you very far?” And she hated the people who did better than she could, And she hated the people who did things different than she would. She’d fight with all her might, from day break till night— She was snide and she’d lie and she’d beg till she’d cry. Till all that she’d had became just out of sight. She never felt like enough; doomed to fail from the start. Because being perfect and petty was tearing her apart.