hot tears spill down the young girl's cheek <br />never has she felt so much pain <br />so she cries; though she knows the wasted energy is in vain <br />her salty tears cleanse her recent cuts, <br />she still wakes up every morning; determined, <br />because each new scrape means 'not good enough, try again' <br />she strives for perfection <br /> -but i feel it'll be the death of her.<br /><br />alysha renee'<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfection-44/
