Miss Perfect You're the epitome Of everything She has ever Wanted. Secretly.

You've got the face Worthy of a magazine cover. Smooth, silky hair Cascading from your nape Down to your back. You've got the brains To ace every exam, Be at the top. Everyone looks up to you Like a goddess. You're showered with Every bit of comfort, Never dining on an Empty table, never leaving With an empty purse. You've got charm, talents, Even a heart of gold. They're drawn to you, Attracted like ants To a piece of caramel cake. While she fades in the background, Resenting her own life, Wishing she could have more Than her typical face, average skills, And an almost empty purse. -Katherine Lopez 11 July 2011