Perfect
(people see what they want to see)
Meredith CangialosiI have created for myself the perfect life:
I am climbing the ladder at my job
(I cried my first weeks of work)
I have been granted entrance into a prestigious honors club
(I study on my lunch breaks, and cram readings before I sleep)
I have been given leadership over young teens
(I am barely out of the teens myself)
I have been given privileges above those of my siblings
(I have more responsibilities)
Lots of guys want to ask me out
(But nobody has had the courage)
I have been given many things
(But what people don’t understand,
Is that much is required of me.)My life is perfect.
People want to be me.
I am successful.
I am well-liked.
I am responsible.
I am steady and stable.
I take care of others.
I set an example.(Yet in this perfect life, I struggle.
I struggle to juggle all of the jobs, the work, the tasks.
I strain to prioritize.
Something is missing in my perfect life.
I cannot exist in this limbo forever.
Something has got to give.)
I am the perfect one who always rescues others.
(Who, I ask, will come save me?)