Little Ms. Perfect

She was different from the rest. She didn't standout like the others. She didn't know what to fight for. She was always seen to be Little Ms. Perfect. She lived a wondrous and luxurious life. She had everything she desired. She had the world in her palm. She can be seen as happy and loved by evryone.

A smile that stuns the people in where she gracefully stand. Blushful cheeks that blushes as if she was inlove. Lips kissed by a rose. She was joyful, she was full of glee. She was Little Ms. Perfect.

She smiled as she gazed upon the playing children. She sang along with the gushing wind, humming through her ears, lullabying a sweet harmonic Melody. She dances through the spaces between her feet. She glides through the room as everybody stares and no sound can ever be heard. There goes Little Ms. Perfect.

She was adored, loved, and she was happy. That was seen through her physical state. Hey, what do you expect it's Little Ms.Perfect.

Yet behind those adoring crowds and a haven full of luxury in where she lived. There was a war that was going on between those walls. Little Ms. Perfect was still a damsel in distress. Day to day she was fighting with the agony that overshadowed her lonely soul. Little Ms. Perfect, wasn't perfect after all.

Behind the roses she received from various of people. From their flowering words, came unseen thorn bushes that stabs her fingers little by little. Little Ms. Perfect bleeding unheard screams through the growing walls.

Little Ms. Perfect, was never loved and adored after all. She was back stabbed, she was blamed, and everybody around her were fake and plastic that she wanted to burn in a blazing furnace. Yet it was a far of dream of hers.

Little Ms. Perfect, behind those smiles, was a crying child longing and pleading for love and understanding.

Hey, Little Ms. Perfect are you okay?

Death silence was a reply from our little princess. No angelic voice to respond to that difficult question.

Hey, Little Ms. Perfect are you there?
Hey, Little Ms. Perfect can you hear?
Hey, Little Ms. Perfect know that I'm here.

Little Ms. Perfect has gone a stray. Lost through time. Lost and forgotten by everyone for no one really remembered her, for they never knew her.

Hey, Little Ms. Perfect where are you now?

Little Ms. Perfect don't turn your head no more.
Little Ms. Perfect open those shut doors.
Little Ms. Perfect come back to me once more.
Little Ms. Perfect raise your armors.

Little Ms. Perfect will fight once more.