I want to be perfect.

I want a gorgeous body

I want the perfect kind

I want the kind of body

That makes boys go out of their mind

I want a small waist

And I want a beautiful face

With full pink lips

That takes little sips

I want a more perfect back

And a bigger rack,

I want small feet

and hands that are petite

I want gorgeous glowing eyes

So full of life and surprise

When I look in the mirror

To see something so divine

I want a little neck

A vampire’s dream

And I want an aroma

That is pleasant like icecream

I want a small nose

And to be gifted a tall rose

I want long eyelashes

That bring out the skillful eyeliner that perfectly matches

I want to be lean

That makes people weak to their knees

I want long healthy hair

That gives me good stares

I want perfect skin

That’d be a win

But all I can do it sit

And feel like a misfit

A creep and a freak

Someone that makes people go “eek”

As I stare in the mirror

And I want to tear

Let the tears fall down

The cheeks that make me frown

All I ask for is to be perfect, not a clown.