Perfect

You made sure I knew your friends were pretty,

so I angled mirrors to almost look pretty.

I begged my reflection to change for you, please,

tell me what to fix, what to erase if

that’s what it takes to be chosen by you.

I never became who you wanted, ever

and what you called flaws never left, not ever.

They distorted how I saw myself, reminding me to feel

ugly in a body I had just started to like.

Every word you used to define me: you're

too much, too loud, too hard to love, nothing–

I carried them all until my voice screamed: you're

always going to be larger than the f**kin’

outline he wants to draw around you; you are perfect

without shrinking, without asking to

be chosen by anyone but me.

**********************************************************************Golden Shovel based on the line “Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing, you’re f**kin’ perfect to me” from Pink’s song “F**kin’ Perfect”