The Theory Of Being Perfect

Searching for perfection externally Falling into fits of dismay.
Visually looking bountiful she’s fooling no one.

Her friends chemically react to her placebo.
She forces her smiles making her happiness evil.

There is an absence of…
And in a moment the thought is gone.

Fleeting moments lathered in deceitful potions.
Still, it doesn’t seem to soak in.

Searching for perfection externally
while eternally remaining empty.

It is no wonder why she radiates…
But finds he is in love and she is in Envy.


Addition To Perfect

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