The Perfects Poem by victoria avina

Every morning to night,
From dusk to dawn,
Till the sun lit the sky
And the stars covered the night
Nothing ever changed.

For all the days were the same
In a little town,
With a family full of perfects.

The mother would cook every meal,
The father worked,
The kids,
played with other children
went to school,
and sometimes even became sick.

A nice family- everyone would say,
leaving nothing ever questioned.

And yet both my thoughts,
And my stomach felt uneasy.

Every time I saw them,
and every time I pass them,
I never failed to be afraid.

For all the days were the same
In a little town
With a family full of perfects.