I’m Perfect
I’ve lost me.
I’ve lost the person I was,
or the person I’ll ever be.
I’ve lost my smile,
the one that was always at home on my face.
I’ve lost my shine,
the mood that always took over my emotions.
I’ve lost myself,
the only person I ever really liked.
And for what?
People that live off the need to pick and pry at your very soul?
People that live off of making you not you?
People you don’t even like?
I changed to become perfect like the white teeth teens of the screen,
or the people I don’t like.
But perfect leaves an unending hole in myself.
A hole that only can be filled by me.
Me.
My old smile
My old laugh
My old thoughts
But the old me is dead and gone.
So I’m stuck.
Stuck being what others think is good
Stuck being a stranger I’ll never truly know
Stuck with a hole left inside
Stuck being perfect.
