A Perfect Life
Daintily she sits on her designer chaise,
Beautifully decorated with flowers and lace.
The maid brings the food; Eggs Benedict on toast,
Thinking of the tan she'll get on the East Coast.
A cashmere coat and a Prada bag,
She doesn't care about the price tag.
Her chauffeured car is at the door,
As if she needs anymore.
The yellow school bus brings the others,
With soggy school lunches made by their mothers.
She pulls on her coat, a present straight from Chanel,
Walking up the school steps at the sound of the bell.
They talk about their outings, the places they went,
Into class they go, talking of the emails they sent.
She sits in the corner on her own,
Yes, she is rich but she is all alone.
They speak of movies and trips to the cafè,
And what did she do the previous day?
A fitting at Dolce, shoes from Jimmy Choo,
But that's not what she really wanted to do.
She'd give up the clothing, the car and the Coast,
Friends are what she really wants the most.
She has everything but it meant nothing at all
When her parents got divorced and she had no one to call.
She goes to a party without any friends.
She really wishes the night would end.
And when she goes home and gets into bed,
Her pillow gets damp with the tears that she sheds
No holiday sleepovers, no weekend shopping trips.
Who does she talk to? Only the people she tips.
Her footsteps echo in her silent home.
Yes, she is rich but she is all alone.