Perfect B has,
A Yes tongue, a face full of fake smiles and obeying eyes
A nodded head and a silent mind, and insensitive heart
And her needs never been approved, prioritized nor understood
She is always in the middle between skyscrapers waves
She can't complain or let the hurting make its way out
Everything is her fault for not wiring her head to just understand others who make tremendous noises and screams
And when she protest, she is pushed to apologize because events turned worse
She found solace in her poems that speaks and give life to the painful heart
People once robbed her sparkle
Left alone no shelter agreed to keep her
No Sanctuary let its doors open to warm her
She learned to gather all her courage's cells
She learned to wipe her heart's bloody tears
She learned to calm storm of hate, rage and anger they released inside of her
She learned to always step on and show up for herself
Walking through the glass, she learned to fly high to where the stars lie
A strifeful Spright to light up her lighthouse she holds inside
Eager to turn the moon on and kiss the sun when appears behind the wide oceans
She learned to be perfect in her way, where No is a full sentence
Speaking her heart a practice taught to all the people around her
Leave when there is no room for her mind
She learned to embrace her soul and set it free, try what lights up her mood dance, sing write and even get shown to the world
She learned to let the rain wash away the pain and overflow her rivers
She learned that she is the shelter, the Sanctuary for her sparkly soul
She learned the word perfect as
P: proud
E: excellent
R: real
F: funny
E: essential
C: calm
T: timeless
That's her perfect now, it might change over years, and yeah she is perfect that way!
The perfect you can be is to accept yourself as you are.
And Friends don't listen to anyone who says that you need to be a different person to be accepted, leave and you shall find the tribe you will belong too without judgement.
Thank you all for you support.