I close my eyes, <br />and try to picture a perfect world, i try to drift into it, but the chains around my neck keep strong hold, so lead me and I'll follow. <br />You tell me waht you want from me, <br />you take me where you want to go. <br />I do everything you could ever want- <br />I dress to impress, I smile to kill. <br />Such a shame that it's not real. <br />My hear breaks, my smile fakes the emotions that I will never feel. <br />I gravely bear my jilted crown, await the day my guard goes down. <br />And even then it's not worth it, <br />I'll just wear my smile. <br />After all, my life is perfect..<br /><br />Christina Beckwith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfect-51/
