Am I Perfect?

It's the word
That rustles
Through
My ears.
Perfection.
Girls
Are supposed
To be
Someone
They're not.
The
Bar is
Set too
High.
Our standards
Are brutal.
Girls
Aren't good
With it.
Every time
I
Pretend
To be
Someone
I'm not
The real me
Slips
Away.
Soon
I'll have
Lost it
Altogether.
I'm not perfect.
No one is.
Yet
I still see
A
'Fat'
Girl in
The mirror.
I still see
Girl's
Who I'd love
To be,
Yet
They're
Struggling
With the
Same problem.
They think that
Everyone else
Is fine.
But the truth is
None of us
Are fine.
So as the words
Form
On my lips
I realise
That we
Will
Never
Have
An
Answer.