Perfect

In an endless pool of insecurity,
A girl will drown in her own thoughts.
Unable to grasp and hold on to
the confidence she needs.
Waves of negativity will crash
above her,
Dragging her to the ocean floor,
The lowest of lows in the world
And by then she will be too tired to swim toward the surface.

Oh why is it, that girls desire,
To hide themselves behind a mask?

The mirror, a singular torture device,
Can turn any girl against herself.
The reflection is painted with lies,
That society has maliciously created.
BE SKINNY it taunts, BE PRETTY,
BE FUN, BE STUPID, BE PERFECT,
LIVE TO PLEASE, it continues,
YOUR DREAMS WERE NEVER MEANT TO COME TRUE.

Oh why is it, that girls desire,
To cut their faces into pretty shapes?

A disapproving stare, a careless whisper,
Can bring a girl to tears of anguish.
And soon she will begin to question
A misunderstood compliment.
Behind her eyes, a facade is formed,
A girl will learn to make fun of herself.
But one day she will wonder,
"What if all I say is true?"

Oh why is it, that girls desire,
To mold their bodies into sculptures?

On television she will see,
Thousands of romantic fantasies.
They'll give her false hopes and dreams,
That will never come true in her lifetime.
Magazines will taunt her, whispering, "You're not skinny enough."
A girl will relinquish food for a while,
With hopes of being perfect.
But isn't that an EATING DISORDER?

Oh why is it, that girls desire,
To have a picture perfect life?

"Can't you see that I'm broken?" She'll wonder, "Why don't you love me?"
A girl will crave approval every day,
But she will never be satisfied.
Novels and movies will bring her to believe,
Her Prince Charming is waiting,
But he will never come.
For a girl is immured in her own mind,
And somehow reality is twisted,
Into what she believes what perfect really means.