“perfect”

you wish you were me.

blond hair,

milky skin.

not an inch of fat,

just tall enough.

made of plastic,

quite literally.

also,

metaphorically.

you wish you were me.

what you don't wish

is to be left by your mother before you could form words,

and to be raped by your first love.

what you don't realize,

is that i was left alone

and i was taken advantage of.

how badly do you want

this perfect exterior

now?