Perfect

In this perfect village, upon this perfect day, many perfect people, upon their perfect ways. but within this perfect village, there is one girl to say, that her life is not so perfect, and shes the one to pay.
With all the perfect people, and all their perfect ways, she is so very lonely, upon her boring ways. for the one she loved, is gone and now for good, shes trapped inside herself, where she knows shes understood.
She thinks that no one loves her, she thinks that no one cares, she thinks that no one sees, the way she hides from all the glare.
For all the people love her, and all the people care, and everyone can see, the way she hides behind her hair.
So as you read this poem, that i give to you, i hope you understand, that were all here for you, so now that you are perfect, there is one more thing to say, that no one can be perfect, when a loved ones past away.