Perfect, I Am Not

A\N: This is basically a poem describing why I think Simon might turn to
cutting. It kind of go along with "Tattle Tale Heart."
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it ok.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Perfect, I Am Not~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Mom, Dad.
Look at me. Look at me.
I am mess. My life has gone to heck.
All the kids at school think I'm a killer.
Even you are disappointed.
I can see it in your eyes.
All of Glen Oak took pity on me, but why?
I don't deserve it not one bit.
You try to tell me it's all ok.
But is that really what you want to say?
Don't you want to say?
"Simon, you are a killer, a killer!"
That's all you want to say.
I know, and I feel it.
Let's just face it.
I am dying on the inside.
Already dead on the out.
You know what, I wish I just escape this pain sometimes.
I'm a killer.
I have let you down.
And I'm sorry for that.
But you must face the truth.
I'm not what you wanted me to be.
I'm just a killer waiting to find an escape.
So face the facts.
Lucy is perfect.
Matt is perfect.
Even Mary is on the way to perfect.
Ruthie is to young to be really anything.
Same with Sam and David.
But me.
Perfect is a word I am not.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*The End~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A\N: Sorry if it didn't rhyme. Poetry is not my cup of tea.
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-Alexa