Just Perfect.

Blue eyes as bright as an October sky.
A hidden story they seem to mask.
Her lips refuse to part to reveal the stories.
Of the perfection she just doesn't have.

She can't seem to grasp the fact of why.
Her parents yearn for her to be Just perfect.
Another image, of her deceased sister.
The perfect child that they once had.

She stands silently staring into the mirror.
Of what she was like, and now of what she is.
She shrieks looking back at herself horrified.
Her beauty she once seemed to carry, is washed from her face.

All her grace she once had earned.
Comes crashing down around her feet.
Her clever wittiness she once created.
Lingers within her hating mind.

The evil runs thick, it's in her blood.
It controls her brain she doesn't get what she's done is wrong.
She's just perfect, like her parents wanted.
As a smile forms on her dead like face.

She lifts her arm, points, aims and counts back from ten.
The numbers fly back to one.
As she pulls the trigger back with ease.
A loud crack snapping back.

One, Two, Three, Then Four.
The sound echo's in the room.
A lingering smell of smoke.
The gun has left behind.

"I'm just perfect" her now parting lips scream.
The gun raising to her temple.
As the process repeats.
One last, click, along with one loud crack.

Three bodies remain.
Just like a an old horror movie portrays.
Of a girl who wants perfect enough.

©Megan - 2006 - Title Contest.