Perfection

Come few, come many to watch this tale unfold...

Once there was a girl of fifteen
Forced to live under a roof of lies and pain
She knew not of the ways that quote, unquote 'normal' people lived
Just that of deception and lying teeth.

The liquor burned each time she put that bottle to her lips
Each time she wished to be numb for just a bit
A few hours of nothing, no pain and no joy
Just numbness crashing over her body like a tidal wave.

For dear 'father' was a sly man
Always hiding his alcholholic ways and abusive tendances
Hiding them from his 'perfect' family
But not the outcast bastard daughter of an affair.

And lovely mother was superficial
Only caring about money and looks
As long as everything was 'perfect' for the masses
She would turn her cheek to what went on behind closed doors.

So the lonely daughter
An outcast of her own 'family' was left to fend for herself
Only being called upon to be blamed for a wrong doing of another
Or to be stuck watching the 'perfect' children while the adults went out.

How long before this poor girl would crack?
How long before she could await her savior no more?
How much more time would herinsanity last?
Not long, not long at all.

Thoughts of suiccide consumed her
Planning her own demise in a manner that would scar young children
Because she was never 'perfect' enough for them
And she never would be.