Oh, to be Perfect

Sitting

Waiting

Wondering

Sitting

Waiting

Wondering

Over and over

Time goes by so slowly

As I sit and stare into a distance

Avoiding kids loud voices

Wondering

Wondering if I’m pretty

Wondering if I’m happy

With the way I am

With the way I look

“Is my stomach too big?”

“Are my arms too chubby?”

“Why is my forehead so big?”

Though I know

I’m not the only one suffering

I know some people have it worse than me

And I know I couldn’t save them

Save them from sadness

So if I couldn’t save them

My best friend

Who can I save?

Who can I save from falling into society’s expectations

People tell me to use my voice

But how?

I am so little compared to the world

My friend stands up in the crowded room

“Oh, to be perfect,” she says dumping her lunch into the trash

Oh, to be perfect indeed...