Therapy

Cruel Perfection

When you've tried so hard to be perfect

And you finally slip through the cracks

You have tried to mask your pain

But the tears keep leaving tracks

You have fought so hard to not be you

And yes, you've almost succeeded

When you hold you're heart to hide it away

To make sure no one hurts it or causes it dismay

Why is the world so cold and cruel

Where you really have no one but yourself

You're just another ancient page in a book

Sitting on a lonely, dusty shelf

People may seem to look at you, but they always seem to find

The things they want to see

They may hear you, it's true

But they won't hear your wounded plea

You must understand the people around

They are shallow indeed

They will try to make better

But just so they don't have to see you bleed

So though your soul is shattered

And your heart is equally broken

You'll hide behind a row of smiles

And words happily spoken

You will seem to live the perfect life

But if this is perfect, they'll see

No amount of cruel perfection

Will let you don't live happily

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