Look at me, so perfect, so pretty,
But my husband has never said he loves me.
I'm told I'm too perfect, to such intent,
Just want all my perfectiong to end.
I guess I dont know why I'm like this,
Because at some I want to scream and hiss.
I flicked my hair and men fell to their knees,
but all the women, they hated me.
I guess theres only one reason for my attitude,
I tried not to be like this, didnt want be lewd.
Theres more to me than you know,
I'm very much more than alone.
I'm so alone, I'm almost choked,
Even more so with my husband gone, I hope.
Alone, Alone, all alone,
Not sure what to do on my own.
I thought I could work it all out,
I'm perfect afterall arent I, I shout.
They made this image, one thats bad,
There were things said, and things that.
I wish could be wrong, but they're not, they're true,
And with thoughts, assumptions, not sure what to do.
I'm more lonely than you can know,
Though these emotions I wont show.
There's something I would love to say,
But perfection keeps saying, save that for another day.
Yes I'm nice, but I'm also mean in amount,
These things are better in than out.
I smile with perfection, a shaded facade,
The sparkle from my eyes gone, cant keep up the sharade.
I feel that I'm losing grip, losing touch with reality,
When I realise they all stare at me.
I'm lonely, Lonely now more than ever,
I think I may be like this forever.
I wasnt sure how things would work,
But I'm the one who's most been hurt.
I let off a perfect smile, but cry inside,
When I see my family, I feel left behind.
I just want to crawl into a ball,
I really just want to end it all.
I began to feel ok after the first decade,
My heart has now stopped its ache.
I feel I'm getting used to it,
even though I still feel stupid.
I've never turned my back on my family,
but not one has said they love me.
Hey I'm Bree Van De Kemp, totally immaculate,
They say look at her, shes so damn perfect.
I pretend the insults don't hurt,
So then I relax I iron my husband's shirt.
Its Ok, Its Ok, Its all Ok,
I got over it one thousand yesterdays
ago, I realised the fight was over,
They won with their remarks, 'look at her'.
Sick, sick of all that they've done to me,
Guessing the only bad thing in my life is stupidity.
I guess even though I stand in the pouring rain,
Tears rolling down my face in pain.
I know I'm better off than yesterday,
even though I'm not perfect in every way.
I'm not so different, you'll see,
When you get to know me.
I'm just terribly troubled in this life,
Because I wanted to be, from a young age, someone's wife.
I broke down for just a second,
But the tears only lasted a moment.
Then I was back to myself, perfect smile,
Went back for my husband, said things would be ok for a while.
Its gone, all feeling,
as I try to stop myself from failing.
My whole body has just gone numb,
But I feel the worst is still to come.
I'ts over now, living a lie,
But wont se me break down and cry.
I'm not giving up, no not yet,
But I feel my hand reaching for the net.
That keeps me guard, holds me tight,
It is what keeps me from crying at night.
I make my life the best I could,
I help my children like I should.
I allow my husband to do his job,
even if it is my life he wants to rob.
Its ok, the battle has finished,
The fight for sanity has ended.
The battle I lost, the war I'll win,
even when its nothing I'm feeling.
I may be all alone,
I may be lonely.
But I'm not on my own,
And I'm not the one and only.