Change

by Amber
(Alabama )

Smile plastered on your face,

You flutter about the place.
Laugh with your friends and toss your hair,
Flirt with the guys-you don't care.
Untouchable, Perfect, the model specimen.
Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect clothes, perfect skin.
The guys check you out, look you up and down.
The girls whisper words-"fat girl,looks like a clown."
But you smile so sweet,
kiss your parents on the cheek.
Beam at the teachers-they adore you.
Wave at the students-they'll do anything for you.
A living Barbie,
The exact mix of nice and snarky.
The perfect recipe.
You walk by, think "everyone wants to be me."
But they don't know.
When you cry into your pillow,
Shove your finger down your throat,
Make yourself choke.
Cut red ribbons on your skin,
Run a mile,two,because you hate this place your in.
You want to talk about it.
But to tell would mean you would have to admit,
that you're not so perfect.
You want change,
But don't want the shame
of admitting
of saying
maybe
lately
you're not so perfect.
But is the change worth it?