Perfectly perfect, that’s what I moulded myself to be. Aesthetically appealing, the knees of a bee.

Smile like the sunrise, welcoming, warm and bright. Enough to illuminate an entire city at night.

Manner so gentle and understanding. A shoulder and ***** for every waif and stray.

Heart so clean and pure. Even when shattered to pieces it has the propensity to love you even more.

Soul dark and deadly, but only a hazard to myself.  I’m a danger to my own health.

But perfectly perfect is what you’ll only ever see.