But something inside of me dies each time they use it to describe me.
Because I never was nor will I ever be perfect
And lying was never me
And sometimes I'm afraid to live in a world where what I am is perfect
So what is perfect
And what caused you to think we were synonymous
And you must have fallen into some haze to think I could even shine a light on the word perfect.
Because I wasn't really your perfect daughter
I was your only daughter
Because perfect is the monster under my bed
And perfect is scary
And perfect is pressing
And perfect demands attention
And I've never met perfect
And I'm pretty sure perfect never wanted to meet me
If by some chance someday we meet it will be because someone gave perfect the wrong directions
and perfect will be able to tell the difference from a mere glance
And then perfect will turn around and just keep on walking
Because Perfect has never even spoken my name
Because perfect was never a synonym for
Broken
Worried
Forgotten
Because perfect never told a lie
Or made a mistake
And perfect never scribbled in my handwriting
Perfect may have used a pen
But perfect did not use and abandoned pen found on the floor
Perfect never wore bulky sweaters or baggy shirts
And perfect never shared a name with someone more talented than them
And I'm pretty sure perfect wears brand name clothing and makeup
And I'm pretty sure perfect has clear skin
Maybe perfect isn't beautiful
But I'm pretty sure perfect is kind
And perfect is smart
And full of compliments to give
Perfect is probably clever and funny
And maybe perfect is you
But trust me perfect is not me
So go pick up a thesaurus before you start to write poetry
Seriously mallary this is so good. I am obsessed with your blog cause everything you write speaks to me and it's so real.
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This was so good. I really liked this!
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ReplyDeleteThis is great. You made me think about this abstract concept (perfection) in a new way.
So great Mallary.
ReplyDeletebeautiful. and truth. love the reality
ReplyDeleteI loved this. And the way you read it in class too. It was something I needed to hear. Thanks.
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