She

She's not so perfect after all
Coz now I've seen her crack and fall and then
All I feel is purely hate
For all the shit I had to take,
For all the things I had to do
Just to become as perfect as she
When in all honesty she isn't really
What I pictured her to be.
The perfect girl I used to love
Had me thinking that maybe
And maybe, that perfection is something
That you would tell yourself
When you are just way too busy
Looking up at someone
And ignoring your own capability
To be the best you can be
Coz perfect doesn't exist.
Not for me at least.