Perfection Poem by Tessa Eichhorst
Perfection
Standing in the mirror, trying to look in.
Unfortunately, what's standing in front of me
isn't beautiful, pretty, or thin. To reach this
ideal structure, I have to scar whats with in,
and hurt all those around me to reach this
true perfection. Sorry you couldn't save me
and my inside grew too thin, but up ahead
is God above who told me I was always perfect.
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