Perfect Failure

Perfection
She kneels. The feeling is nothing new. She is used to it. She is used to being like this. She is used to the emptiness it brought on.
She is used to the comforting sound. She sits there. her heart full of emotion. her eyes full of tears. she can take it. she is used to it. she grabs what is close to her and holds it tight. her eyes showing anger, but she is used to it. it is nothing new.
what is old to her is new to you. you tell her she is great and she smiles politely, then turns, walks away. her face falling, her shoulders slump. you hear a sigh. you turn to watch her, she is gone. she is used to it. it is nothing new.

Failure
she can't handle it. she doesn't understand. she wants much more than it is giving her. she is used to it. she clutches the sleeves of her sweater. you can tell she is used to it, it is nothing new. you explain to her she needs to try harder.
she wants to scream. she has felt this before, yet this is worse. she is used to it. she tries so hard, but she is much less than perfection. this is nothing new and now she can't handle it.