Authors note: This is a poem about Azula. I know everyone might think she is evil and believe me, I think she is evil too. But I just wanted to make a little tribute to her about who she really might be .
Perfect
It is not just a word
It stabs like a knife
It is not just a statement
But it is my life
I bring terror and destruction
I bring sadness and death
Have you ever had so much on you shoulder
There's nothing to regret
When I smile at your failures
It's not because I want to
For if I don't smile
My emotions will seep through
I'm supposed to be a leader
An example if you will
To fall beneath my expectations
You'll only disagree with me till
When you look into my face
All you see are lies
You must look beyond what you see
Farther away are cries
So while you stare at me again
Keeping that secret
Remember who I'm forced to be
Perfect
