Perfect

Is never really perfect

Perfect,
they said.
Perfection,
Her clothes
Her hair
The gleam in her eyes
The smile that shines so bright.

Perfect,
So they thought.
A life so grand,
In that beautiful home.
Perfect they chimed
As her feet dragged behind.

Perfect she scoffed.
If only they would mind
Looking behind,
Seeing the facade that she built.
The walls that need breaking down.
How hard she tries
For the perfect
Which is perfect for everyone
But her.

Perfect they cried,
How could one leave such a beautiful life behind.
How they wish they'd seen
That perfection,
Was never perfect at all.