The Perfect Girl
8th grade Poetry
She’s been here for a long while,
As long as the eye can see;
And, she’s got the perfect smile;
And always smiles at me.
I feel like I’m judging myself far too much,
Because of people like her, you see.
Jealousy has me in a tight clutch;
Because to everyone she’s always so sweet.
On social media, I swear she has the perfect life;
Always traveling and posting in an ongoing swirl.
My head and my heart are in a strife,
Because I want to be that perfect girl!
She has so many friends, you see.
A huge group that seem fun
I’d die to be apart of their frenzy,
But who knows how I could get that done.
Now here I am, standing right outside the door,
And what do I see from that perfect girl?
She grabs and throws a student’s piece of ham,
And slaps it right onto the concrete floor.
She yanks the student and slaps them hard,
And I feel my blood boiling with disgust.
I wonder to myself, where is the school guard?–
Someone has to stop this, they must.
After the incident, as all the students talk;
About how she had done this sometime in her past.
This is what all the students mutter as they walk.
I guess I made assumptions about her quite too fast.
I guess there is no need to wonder;
If she really was all that sweet.
For there is no need to ponder;
That what she did was really mean.
I feel my heart rip and shatter,
And I feel the guilt rising in me.
How could I have been so flattered,
To call her a “perfect girl”, you see.
Because honestly, I know I’m imperfect,
But I shouldn’t be so harsh, you see;
At the end of the day I’m perfect,
Because I act like who I am; which is me.