What Price for Perfection?

When she walked along the hallways

Of that ordinary school;

Girls would stand in doorways,

Boys would merely drool.

She juggled more then most,

With choir, clubs, and work.

Yet still she seemed to coast,

Her studies she didn’t shirk

Her hair was always flowing,

She never touched a drug.

She had a ways of knowing

When a friend needed a hug.

We were failing in every way

(Our grades kept firmly latched).

Who’d have thought that everyday

Her porcelain skin she scratched?