Summary: How ironic it is how no one is perfect, yet we’re all waiting for perfection to take effect.
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Perfect teeth, perfect clothes, perfect hair.
No one crosses them; do we even dare?
They’re always smiling and never alone.
Just thinking of them makes me let out a groan.
How ironic it is how no one is perfect,
yet we’re all waiting for perfection to take affect.
They think they’re of a higher, upper class.
Talking to people like me, that’s one thing they’ll want to pass.
Apologies and politeness are not a common deed.
For they are popular; there is no need.
Their lives seem oh so easy.
They suck up to teachers and dress up all sleazy.
Their faces are covered behind a thick, fake mask.
To go without makeup…is that so much to ask?
Copy a geek’s homework and cheat on the tests.
It’s so annoying, they’re really quite pests.
Yes, I agree, you’re too good for me.
Go ahead, forget about my feelings, it’s how it’s meant to be.
Leave me alone, cease your speaking.
Perfection should not be what we’re seeking.