Perfection.
It's a funny word you know. That 10 letter word that probably meant no
harm. Perfection. Bet the person who made up that word probably had no idea
how much pain the word could cause. The pressure that could come with that
word. I know about pressure, it's an everyday thing in my life. Old Reliable.
"Willow, do this spell. Willow, look this up." 'Casue you know, I'm perfect.
100% on every test. Acceptance into all those schools. My parents sometimes
wonder why I decided not to go to Harvard or any other school, the shock of
they're faces when I said I was going to UC Sunnydale.
But how do I explain the reason to go there? I said it was to be with
Buffy, Xander, and Oz. What I couldn't tell them is that I need to help fight
vampires and demons every night. 'Cause you know, nothing could be wrong with
Ira and Sheila Rosenberg's daughter, she's perfect you know. But I'm actually
not. I mess up. Sometimes. Okay, barely. I couldn't get Oz to stay. I did
that spell that made everything I say come true. I couldn't even stop the
Gentlemen.
The pressure. The pain. The tears. Leave me alone I'm fine! I'm perfect
you know, nothing can be wrong. Or so you think. My head is a whirlwind of
activity. Slaying. Schoolwork. Oz. It huts to say the last one. Oz. He's the
only one who didn't think other of me. He knew I could mess up. I wasn't Old
Reliable to him. He's gone now. Don't know where he is, if he's okay. Okay
Rosenberg. Breathe. Crying not going to bring him back. But I can hope. Until
than, I'll pretend nothing's wrong. I'm perfect you know...in a fucked up way.
It's a funny word you know. That 10 letter word that probably meant no
harm. Perfection. Bet the person who made up that word probably had no idea
how much pain the word could cause. The pressure that could come with that
word. I know about pressure, it's an everyday thing in my life. Old Reliable.
"Willow, do this spell. Willow, look this up." 'Casue you know, I'm perfect.
100% on every test. Acceptance into all those schools. My parents sometimes
wonder why I decided not to go to Harvard or any other school, the shock of
they're faces when I said I was going to UC Sunnydale.
But how do I explain the reason to go there? I said it was to be with
Buffy, Xander, and Oz. What I couldn't tell them is that I need to help fight
vampires and demons every night. 'Cause you know, nothing could be wrong with
Ira and Sheila Rosenberg's daughter, she's perfect you know. But I'm actually
not. I mess up. Sometimes. Okay, barely. I couldn't get Oz to stay. I did
that spell that made everything I say come true. I couldn't even stop the
Gentlemen.
The pressure. The pain. The tears. Leave me alone I'm fine! I'm perfect
you know, nothing can be wrong. Or so you think. My head is a whirlwind of
activity. Slaying. Schoolwork. Oz. It huts to say the last one. Oz. He's the
only one who didn't think other of me. He knew I could mess up. I wasn't Old
Reliable to him. He's gone now. Don't know where he is, if he's okay. Okay
Rosenberg. Breathe. Crying not going to bring him back. But I can hope. Until
than, I'll pretend nothing's wrong. I'm perfect you know...in a fucked up way.