Perfect. I have a perfect family, with perfect grades at school. I have a lot of friends too.
Everybody loves me, I have a perfect body, perfect boyfriend, perfect personality, I have popularity.
I have a perfect life. I am perfect.
But at night I always wonder if I'm too perfect?
Could it be that people would think of me as a fake?
Could it be that I'm not enough for my parents, but they just hide it from me?
Are my friends fake?
Will I know which ones are real or fake?
Well, I'll never complain because I'm perfect and flawless right?
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Poems
PoetryHere I will write the poems that I think of or come up with . There might be words that sound the same and some that will not. You might relate to whats inside this book or you will question it . None of these poems that I write are copied from an...
