~
She's got perfect grades
and perfect teeth
and every lock of hair is always
immaculately curled--
But she stays up 'til one
just studying
and even after the most
uneventful nights
wakes up in tangles;
She parties all night
and never seems drunk
'cause the student body president
must be prudent and
responsible--
But when she gets home in the morning
she collapses over the toilet, too
and she hides the headaches beneath
that gorgeous, re-electable smile;
She's got the boys' hearts
and won't give hers away (just yet)
and those big blue eyes
could only put the sky to shame--
But really, it's only because
she's too scared that she's not
good enough
and when she remembers this,
the red starts to streak through;
She's slim but not skinny,
and her tiny little feet
could pirouette kilometers
in her rhinestone-studded ankle-breakers--
But her fingers are all too used
to the sting of bile
and she hides the blisters beneath
socks
and her father's old boots~
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