Perfect when they saw her smile
had things people make a run for,
labeled 'the best'
as if that was a compliment to her dying eyes.

Perfectionism comes a long way.

Organised to others,
Shattered in pieces when she looks in the mirror

Because when night comes
and the straightened hair becomes frizzy
she's sat on the carpet
beads of tears trickling down the makeup.

She has to keep going
came far away to look back,

Her desires made a monster
as they kept getting wilder and wilder
couldn't stop,
everything she saw didn't have
became a goal.
An unhealthy one.
Led to sleepless nights
as the pressure was too high.

Now, when she steps outside
and someone complains why they don't have
what she has,
she is inches away from saying
"be careful what you wish for"

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