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Perfect, ever confident
Never tries, always wins
Speaks no evil, hears no sin
What a picture perfect family
A model of what we should be
Perfectly incompetent
Always tries, never wins
You see me on Friday nights
Under all those shiny, bright lights
Yelling for the win.
You'd think I'm the prettiest
That everyone loves to be around me
They see soft eyes above a soft smile.
They see a quiet thin body holding a quiet thin person.
They see innocence
And they see obedience.
Some see a smile,
While some see a frown.
You don't see them
The way I do
You can't understand their power
What they've done for me
I'm a puppet, controlled
by what I feel is
Wrong. That won't work,
my mind says. That is not a
career.
What is a career?
To assume
I won't be happy under the
Stage Lights
