You’ve seen her every day,
and she’s quick with a smile.
Always laughing and happy,
and joyful all the while.
She fell in love young,
and married the perfect man.
She has two beautiful children,
and helps others when she can.
You’re envious and jealous,
of the perfect life she leads.
So beautiful and perfect,
and she always succeeds.
I bet you can’t imagine,
that she cries herself to sleep.
That sometimes she’s so unhappy,
that all she can do is weep.
I bet you wouldn’t guess,
that Mr. perfect likes to drink.
Or that he shoots up ******,
over the bathroom sink.
Would you be surprised,
if she lifted up her shirt,
and you could see the bruises,
and scars where he likes to hurt?
Would you be shocked,
if you knew those kids had seen,
the night he broke her nose,
and put a hole in the tv screen?
Would you be understanding,
if she came to you for help?
If she told you everything,
and you could see the welts.
Mr. and Mrs. perfect,
always happy as can be.
Next time take a closer look,
and I wonder what you’ll see.
