Perfectly

Her words linger in the air
Lined with red lipstick
Shards of a broken mirror
Pieces of herself
Reflecting the untold truth
No one will listen
No one knows
How much she wishes
Maybe things were different
She is the infamous head cheerleader
Blonde hair
In perfect pigtails
Blue eyes
Have seen to many nasty words
A living stereotype
A puppet
Controlled
By the unbreakable strings
Of conformity
A mask
To play the part
Perfectly
Unaware
No one dares forget her
Yet she fades
Easily into the back round
Every day surrounded by friends
Only to realize
She is alone
Her tears
Stain her flawless skin with black streaks
From the eyeliner she will still put on
Every morning
She will play the part
Perfectly.