PERFECT

I just want to be perfect,

Have silky hair and skin.

Possess an hourglass body,

They say that to be happy

You must be thin.

Life becomes bare numbers

To be joyful keep them small

Burn them off

To feel the fill

And just feel nothing at all.

Compare yourself to others

Though you'll never be like them,

Measure and remember

They will always be too big.

Ignore the pain within your body

Isn't that what beauty means?

To walk around empty

Of heart

Of soul

But beautiful you'll forever be.

Skin on bones,

Is that really beauty?

Yet all I see on TV screens

Is a stand up ovation

To everything but me.

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