She looks in the mirror
like she was looking at herself for the first time.
Noticing the lines around her eyes
the flaws and imperfections.
"If only they really knew" she says to herself.
Hiding the pain
the torture
the obsessions.
"I need more" she says
Perfection on the outside.
Strong willed
destined to do something great.
Never fulfilled.
Never good enough
Pretty enough
or
Smart enough.
Craving
the attention she never had
but needed so badly.
Where'd the little girl go?
With the red hair
and pigtails.
Innocent
white
and pure.
Perfect in her own, quirky way.
Perfect in his eyes.
She's still there,
hiding under the blankets in the bed.
eyes shut.
Waiting for the pain
to stop. |
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