The Perfect One

I staggered to the mirror

I suddenly see my face clearer.

But, no.

It's not mine.

It has not a single line,

It grins and lies.

What had I become?

I saw a picture-perfect smile.

But absent was my guile.

The girl that looked back at me,

She was perfect, but demanded a fee.

She wanted my whole life.

Could I give it away?

To be perfect?

To be loved?

What had I become?

An emotionless, 

Mannequin.

That offered a bright smile.

Whose dreams could be this vile?

I pushed myself away from the mirror.

My eyes were shaded,

Cheeks were hidden.

Why should the world care to count my tears?

No. Let them see me as what I have become.

The girl that everyone longs to be.

The Perfect one.