Two Me

Perfect and pressure
quite frivolously
decided to marry
and live inside me

Perfect smile perfect hair
perfect teeth perfect clothes
and pressure supports
everything perfect does

A smile a wave all done perfectly
and pressure,
to feed her
must cannibalize me

There is she then there's her
she's adored, her's ignored
under pressure she'll thrive
no one knows her's alive

And love, she is loved
or is love what they feel?
how can they love she
when she isn't even real?

But her is a secret
in a corner she shoved
and I don't believe
her has ever been loved