Poetry because why not? ~part 1~

the devil

she was perfect

and everyone was born for her with this profound respect

i never understand as to why to this day

but what can I do to be like her, there simply is no way.

I looked at her in math class to see her faking a smile 

but really behind it all she was hostile

I saw lumps in her throat

and this was nothing for people to gloat

she was swallowing her demons

but this was from a hatred that deepens 

she looks at me and I see the demons coming out

and the demons crowd me, showering me with shouts.

I look left and right to see them all looking down

and each one  takes a look at me and makes a crown

they give me a little smile 

and they stay there examining me for some time

they go back to the perfect girl putting crowns on her head

one says envy, one says greed, one says she wants anything I need

The demons came to me, one whispering in my ear

"She wants to be you, she is jealous of you my dear!"

the demons let out a giggle, laughing at the perfect girl

her crying thinking that she just lost her world

I walk over to her giving her a comforting hug

and she looks at me as if she couldn't get enough

she perfect girl was no longer as perfect as I thought

because she was in my web and was caught

she wanted to be me, I wanted to be her

just to find out she was nothing but hurt

we finished our hug, and got out of our moment

and I looked at a girl who was no longer my opponent

she was now a friend

 not just someone I imagined was perfect till the end

I looked at her, thinking that it was a trance

and she looked at me like she was in a stance

I smiled and gave her a little wave

she waved at me and smiled, she looked like she had been saved

maybe I saved her from drowning in her own mind

and I saw the mask she hid behind

she may not be perfect, but she is a perfect friend

and that little moment was something that could not be written in pen