Miss Perfect had a pretty face
That is all of what other people knew
But her blindingly white teeth
Couldn't hide the battalion of white lies
Nor could her golden hair even try
To disguise the trail of tears she left
Her goddamn clique was all plastic
Oh so fantastic it seemed
Until she used me
Like a little pawn
I was thrown out into the harsh sun
Never again did I see Miss Perfect
All I saw was Miss Ugly
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I'm A Twisted Poet
PoetryI write some poetry now and then, and I thought it would be nice to share. CONTENT WARNING: Mature themes and Language. Read with your own discretion.
