When will I ever be good enough
When will I be perfect
Perfect is a pretty word. That doesn't fit me. But that's what people want me to be . Pretty and perfect.
Perfect with only a smile on my face.
Perfect without a bad day.
Perfect with only mercy at my heart.
Perfect without an opinion.
Perfect with only good looks.
Perfect without anger.
Or sadness. Or emotion at all.
All these do s and don't s when will I ever get a break?
When will I finally be able to be myself and have my own thoughts and do what I want to do not what I am told to do.
Because perfect people don't cry
Perfect people don't get mad
Or shout or break down or look bad or have a bad outfit or have unstyled hair or have a mistake in their makeup.
Or do or have anything that can ruin their perfect image.
But behind all that,
There is still a person,
A person that does get mad or sad but they have to push it deep down until it's forgotten.
Because they're perfect.
A person that has hair that refuses to co operate but they have to style over and over until it's right.
Because they're perfect.
And outfit that doesn't look as good as they planned but they just have to find another one.
Because they're perfect.
A person that doesn't agree with everything but just has to put on a smile and nod along.
Because they're perfect.
A person who holds grudges and doesn't trust easily but just has to forgive and pretend nothing happened.
Because they're perfect.
It's all an act, a mask that they put on everyday. Even in their own home they don't get a moments peace. They truly never get a break.
And then, when they're finally alone, they let all of it out.
They cry and shout and slam and hit and break down.
All the pent up emotions that couldn't see the light of day.
It over flows.
And it snaps.
And then when they are done, they compose themselves and walk back out with a fake smile and the numb feeling behind it.
Because they're perfect.
