Perfect

I stand in front of the mirror today
Not recognizing my own reflection
I wonder how I managed to lose that
Only person who could have saved me
Losing myself midst the storm of lies
Fake smiles and layers of masks I wear
Playing games with those who cheat
Their way out victoriously throwing
Failures at me with their sinister smile
And I make a bouquet out of them so
That my defeats can mock me resting
So luxuriously at my study table along
With books that hold tales of those who
Walked in and out of my life to remind
Me that to be the woman who pushes
You to face the world and tears apart
The bubble you may live in has a price
You can’t be loved but you become
The 3 a.m person who will save lives
Silently and quietly you learn to do
Your part and let them walk away
when the time comes and you smile
Knowing this is how it always ends
I reach out to touch the person staring
From the mirror and a cold settles in
A desperate need to shut out the voices
And the silence breaks as the mirror falls
Looking down at the broken pieces tainted
With blood and a smile makes its way
On my face ‘perfect’ I think as I feel
Just as the pieces scattered on the floor