She's Perfect

She's perfect.

The skies look up to her. 

The river envies her grace

The Gods from heaven stare

Saying 'Oh! look at our creation.'

She's perfect

I look at my hands covered in acne

My face, distorted and ugly

My hair, unkempt like the nest

Made by a hurried rat.

My eyes red and swollen from the endless leakage

Of pain 

At not being the perfect one. 

I had never been lonelier

As the day I stood in school

And saw all my friends succumb to her perfection. 

The teachers flitted around her like fans of a celebrity

That was my younger sister!

She had stolen everything I held dear

And now it has come time

for revenge