She is too perfect. Everyone who looks at her falls in love.

Hair the color of the moon. Everyone notices her when she walks into a room.

You can’t help but stare at the girl who holds her head a little too high. Who walks with such small steps she appears to be floating.

Every guy dreams of being with her. Every girls dreams of being her.

“Who is she?” “What makes her different?” “Why can’t I have her confidence?”

“Her nose is perfect.” “Her lips, just right.”

I want to be her more every night.

Her eyes shine like stars and she always knows what to say. She holds herself high like she deserves everything given to her (she does).

Homecoming queen, prom queen, student body president. What doesn’t she have?

Why can’t I be perfect too? Why can’t I hold the attention of everybody in a room?

Why am I always shy if words, and my complexion is flawed.

If only I could be her, then I would feel perfect too.

“She is just too perfect” everyone thinks. What they don’t know is that she cries herself to sleep.