I saw the new girl

Accepted with wide arms

When I,

The old new girl

Sat in the corner

And cried

(On the inside)

She vibes perfection

Glossy lips,

Low cut jeans

Perfect lies

In a perfect shell,

For, when she put her

Sleeves up, too

Fashionably in love

With the teacher to notice

I saw the scars

Jagged lines

Red, white, and pink

Proving to me that

There's no such thing as Perfect.