1st February, 2009 - The Imperfect Beauty

She’s silently walking through the corridor.
But catching every others breath.
And everyone is scared to death.
They just like to stare and nothing more.

Her skin is pale, her lips are red.
She’s perfect in every other way.
She’s the most beautiful far and away,
And though she still looks sad.

A few people wonder, nobody asks.
Why she’s always so depressed.
All the boys are so obsessed.
But she would never let herself unmask.

There is something she is hiding,
Something secret, something deep.
She must have promises to keep.
Slowly but surely she’s subsiding.

But she can’t tell anyone, she has to pretend.
Because she’s the girl all people adore.
The Beauty everyone would die for.
So she keeps smiling and waving as their friend.

But when she’s at home she sits down.
And bury her eyes in her hands.
This pressure is really immense.
But still she can’t manage to frown

She was always bred to be perfect,
To be gorgeous, behaving and smart.
Her parents don’t care if it’s hard. 
She knows she could never object.

And every day she wonders about beings,
“Why do they want to be like me?
They don’t know that I’ll never be free.
And I know there’s no chance for freeing.”

You shouldn’t judge people by their aspect
But tell me, who really does not?
Actually, we all do a lot.
That’s why everyone will still see her perfect.