Little Miss Perfect

Little Miss Perfect, that's me

I get the best grades

Always social, or try to be

I write, I play sports, I read

Always look my best, I don't scheme

I keep to the status quo

And I get nothing for all the

Prosperity I show, don't cry.

My dad, he thinks I'm useless

My brother's jealous of me

My mom, she never fails to

Remind me of this:

I'm not the kid she wanted

I'll never be good enough

I'm in no way perfect

How I wish I was perfect

Little Miss Perfect is cracked

And irreparably broken.

Like worthless shards of porcelain

The phone rings, I pick it up

"Emancipation office."