The Perfect Imperfections

by Marissa A.
(Somerset, NJ)

She's that girl
You call ugly
Fat
Worthless
Nothing
The nights she spends
With blood dripping from her arm
Are only the fault of you
When she goes home
She expects a beating
Both mentally and physically
When she took out that rope
You had no idea
What your words did
She wanted you to think she was pretty
Fit
Important
Something
She begged and pleaded
And you denied
Now she's gone
I hope you're happy
Now you know
She was
The Perfect Imperfection.