Okay I'm really depressed today and overrun with stress so here is the
outcome. I think I was kinda keeping Paris in mind when I wrote this but it
could apply to any Chiltonite.
Perfection.
When you look at me what do you see?
An ideal family? Loyal friends? High grades?
Do you see a beautiful body? Glistening hair? An endless wardrobe?
Do you see the many weights on my shoulder from being placed on a pedestal?
The stress that overcomes me, the pressure to keep those grades above everyone else's'?
Do you hear the voices of my disappointed parents, never content with my achievements?
The whispers of my so-called friends, betraying my trust and my every secret?
Do you see my tired eyes, drooping from lack of sleep?
My slender body, fatigued from lack of food?
My worldly possessions, replacing a family's love?
Can you feel the tears that soak my pillow night after night?
Now when you look at my what do you see?
Not everything in the world is what it seems.
I may be cold, but I do have my reasons.
Be grateful for what you have, for your life may the most perfect of them all.
Perfection.
When you look at me what do you see?
An ideal family? Loyal friends? High grades?
Do you see a beautiful body? Glistening hair? An endless wardrobe?
Do you see the many weights on my shoulder from being placed on a pedestal?
The stress that overcomes me, the pressure to keep those grades above everyone else's'?
Do you hear the voices of my disappointed parents, never content with my achievements?
The whispers of my so-called friends, betraying my trust and my every secret?
Do you see my tired eyes, drooping from lack of sleep?
My slender body, fatigued from lack of food?
My worldly possessions, replacing a family's love?
Can you feel the tears that soak my pillow night after night?
Now when you look at my what do you see?
Not everything in the world is what it seems.
I may be cold, but I do have my reasons.
Be grateful for what you have, for your life may the most perfect of them all.