She’s so perfect, no one can compare,
A model’s body, and stick straight hair,
The bright eyes and glowing lips,
The best skin tone and amazing hips,
Her closet filled with designer clothes,
Two-hundred shoes, hats and bows,
She looks like the perfect, the greatest, romantic,
Too bad she’s only made out of plastic.
I loved writing this a year ago. I was one of the lucky ones to get their poems published in Whispering Minds, a magazine my school does for poetry and stories. Everyone, well, not everyone but most people strive to be perfect, and the only thing that can be perfect, is something that we make to be perfect, and then it's not perfect at all.
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