Paint Me Perfect

Paint me perfect on your wall.

Deep wine lips, 6 feet tall.

Pearly white teeth that I have always hidden.

You’ll see a smile I view as forbidden.

Glossy nails that shine the sky.

Long white dress; purity won't lie.

I wore a realistic mask so you couldn’t see

the white-teeth smile wasn’t from me.

This concrete wall; right off the grave

has written across, “the girl who didn’t behave”.

You read my shirt, “just looking for trouble”.

Yet, I didn’t agree to disobey the bible.

You yell, “turn around,” but I can’t move.

The dress is too tight; that’s what insanity can do.

You’ll paint me perfect but the picture hides

all of the truth buried within my eyes