(A/N: Warning: Some will be very sad. If you have triggers to cutting, anorexia, or bulimia I suggest you do not read.)
I remember when I was four
Never afraid to walk out the front door
Pony tails and braids, and kissed scraped knees
Mismatched clothes my Mom picked out for me
Am I perfect yet?
I remember when I was six
There were no broken hearts that needed to be fixed
Everything was perfect, with astonishing skies of blue
And you never had to worry about the things that you do
Am I perfect yet?
I remember when I was eight
Not even knowing the definition of hate
When beautiful was described as what was on the inside
And it was just a game to run and hide
Am I perfect yet?
I remember when I was ten
Missing teeth and a goofy grin
No worries, and no mistakes
Nightmares that go away after I wake
Am I perfect yet?
I remember when I was twelve,
Thinking that even though God listens 24/7
I’ll always be waiting for the clock to hit 11:11
Because just that one wish
Could mean the essence of pure bliss
Again, I wonder
Am I perfect yet?
I remember when I was fourteen
Bangs and hairspray, and curly, dyed hair
True smiles that were nothing but rare
With eyeliner streaming down my face,
I stumbled through this world, just trying to find my place
Am I perfect yet?
I remember when I was sixteen
Huge hoodies, baggy sweats
Shying away from people I haven’t met
Bony legs and trembling lips
Bracelets covering my scarred wrists
Am I perfect yet?
I wish I could remember when I was eighteen
All I remember is when I was seventeen
Hopeless and holding a bottle of pills
Empty and alone, a glass of water I began to fill
As I stare into the mirror,
I feel nothing but drearer
I hope I’m perfect now
