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Perfect Girl
Another day, they call her perfect
Her GPA is 4.0
She's always cracking jokes
Often smiling wherever she goes
Fighting tears as she sits
She writes what's on the board
Her muscles ache and her eyes are burning
From the torment the night before
Then someone sees, beneath her sleeves
Artwork scattered across her wrists
They always ask her, "what's the matter?"
Her cat just has distemper
She never speaks of what really happens
Beyond the "welcome" sign
The teachers sense it but never thought
If her parents were out of line
In her room, she listens
Her parents are loud again
She prays that she would go deaf
Finally, she's had it
Tears are streaming down her face
As she pulls out the forbidden drawer
She promised she'd never open
But she can't take much more
Then pulling out a razor blade
She takes a couple strikes
And even though the pain is grueling
She takes another slice
Then after it is finished
The grief begins to grow
She's running out of long sleeved shirts
Surely someone knows
She flees back to herself
And paints on a smile
It's almost time for school again
Get back to being the perfect girl
Her GPA is 4.0
She's always cracking jokes
Often smiling wherever she goes
Fighting tears as she sits
She writes what's on the board
Her muscles ache and her eyes are burning
From the torment the night before
Then someone sees, beneath her sleeves
Artwork scattered across her wrists
They always ask her, "what's the matter?"
Her cat just has distemper
She never speaks of what really happens
Beyond the "welcome" sign
The teachers sense it but never thought
If her parents were out of line
In her room, she listens
Her parents are loud again
She prays that she would go deaf
Finally, she's had it
Tears are streaming down her face
As she pulls out the forbidden drawer
She promised she'd never open
But she can't take much more
Then pulling out a razor blade
She takes a couple strikes
And even though the pain is grueling
She takes another slice
Then after it is finished
The grief begins to grow
She's running out of long sleeved shirts
Surely someone knows
She flees back to herself
And paints on a smile
It's almost time for school again
Get back to being the perfect girl
Published 13th Jul 2017
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13th Jul 2017 1:06pm
You present the reality of depression/anxiety and the facade that too often is all the world sees (whether by choice or by design) with understanding and compassion. Well done.
13th Jul 2017 10:39pm
Anonymous
15th Jul 2017 5:01am
Traveling.. dig your point of view.. i know depression and anxiety.. it's a hard world.. and unforgiving...
Dave
Dave
15th Jul 2017 5:39am
Always relieving to find fellow poets who understand, for many never graze the surface. I'm grateful for fellow understanding!
