Perfections Murder

I became a facade,

a baby doll

obsessed

with the idea of perfection.

Life was to ruff

for me to spread my teeth and savor it.

My hands were clenched

like ragging infernos of emotion.

"Don't lead them to kill again!"

I must refrain

the sight of the all to proud soldier at my window

was to much for me to bare.

I am a simple girl you know

hardly able to understand these things.

Just the drippy acid

that falls away

to Kodak friendly jeans

and tank tops that are so tight they could be called skin.

I guess I could go back to my old ways

live in my mind like a hermit

to weary and self centered

to be called human.

But no

I'm still that simple girl screaming

"Don't lead them to kill again!"