Ms. Perfect

She was the one with straight A's.
She was the girl with the prettiest bows and cutest shirts.
She was the girl with the amazing friends and amazing parents.
She was the girl who knew she wanted to be a veterinarian and go to college.
She was the girl who didn't know what cutting yourself meant.
She was Ms. Perfect.

Well, Ms. Perfect grew up, faced bullshit, and started cutting herself to find relief.
She thought about ending it all, she had a fan on the ceiling and a stool.
Her grades were still A's and B's.
She started wearing darker colors.
A friend of hers turned out to be a crazy psychopathic bitch.
Her life was turning to shit, and she didn't know what to do.
Oh, and about going to college...yeah, she doesn't want to go there anymore.

She can't disappoint her parents about not wanting to go to college.
Her scars were blamed on her dog.
Only three of her friends know the real her.
But sometimes she stays quiet, hidden, alone..

Ms. Perfect is actually Ms. Imperfect to the extreme.

Ms. Imperfect is who I am and who I will continue to be.
Accept me for who am I, for I have just spilled out my heart.
I am Ms. Perfect in my crazy, fucked up life.
Being in my life, perfect is imperfect.
And it'll always be that way.