The Pressure Of "Perfect"

And Just When She Thought Things Were Going Good
The Simplest Of Things Started To Break Her Down
Lips Tight And Squinted Eyes
She's Being Looked Over, She Can Tell From The Frown

How Small Is Her Wait Supposed To Be?
Is Her Wrist Thin Enough For You?
The Same Wrist That's Bled A Thousand Tears
From Many Of Your Words, So Cruel

Her World Is Already Brimming With Abuse
She Doesn't Need Anymore From Her Home
Why Do You Judge What You Created?
Could You Sometimes Just Leave Her Alone?

Open Your Eyes
See The Way She Smiles Nowadays?
Your Words Are Her Only Obstacle
They Tear Her Down In Damaging Ways

Would You Dare To Come Any Closer?
She's The Broken Daughter On The Brink
One Day, She'll Be Pushed Past The Safety Zone
Without A Warning, In Only A Blink

And She Wonders Why There's So Much Pressure
Can't She Be Perfect In Her Own Different Style?
She Doesn't Want You To Be Ashamed
So If You Want Her To Be Perfect You Way
You Might Just Have To Wait A While

©® October 2005
Ciermae B.