Perfect

When people ask me what it's like 

I never know how to reply

Do I tell them of the ugly cross-eyed creature 

Who was also my mother's keeper

Do I tell them of the sleepless nights?

How often I gave up the fight?

Of red-rimmed, tear-stained eyes

Of laying numb and counting the hours

Of misunderstood supernatural powers

Asleep well past the witching hour

Would they understand?

What goes on inside my head.

Quiet, shameful fear

Srlf-loathing and goading just to be here

Here in this deep bottomless pit

Not of a peach or plum or damson so fair

A pit

With no end in sight

Of no will to fight

No sight of the future or past

You are alone. Stuck in your bubble of pain and fright

Stuck in your bubble of numb

Bittersweet, not bubblegum

Of Isolation

Of Temptation

Peering over your own hypothetical edge

No bars to hold back from your ledge

When they ask me what is wrong

I will reply that I am fine 

For what good is it to whine 

To sit back and cry

To pour out my heart and soul and mind

To only be denied 

The comfort that I crave so near

But won't recieve because of my own damn fear

So I smile and put on a brave face

Becasue that's what they told me 

What they sold me

How they trained me

They didn't raise me

To be imperfect.