Perfection

"I'm so proud of you"
lies
"i want to be more like you"
no you wouldn't.
i am but a girl
with a tear-stained
face.
no one knows my
secrets
no one knows the
lies
would they care?
yes? no?

with fading
scars
on my arm
and the small
pair of scissors
tucked safely away
in the back of my drawer,
my escape from the world
i allow summer nightmares
to fade
but no one knows.

when people look at me they don't see me.
not really.
they see my
smile
they hear my
laugh
but they could never truly see me-
a girl dying inside.

for the only thing they
see
maybe all they want to see
is what I've always
had to live up to...

perfection.