Looks Can Be Deceiving.

she knows she looks as if she's got it all together. she knows she makes it seem like her life couldn't get much better. she knows all the tricks, and she aims for you to envy her. a plastic smile, poise and style she's always going that extra mile. spending hours taking special care french manicures and perfect hair. everytime she's walking down the hall she's thriving on your gawking and stares. she craves acceptance and pulls off with ease, her repentance. it's a good thing that she can act she could never deal with a death sentence. always so prim and proper she never screws up, atleast you haven't caught her. she's never late, she's always got the best-looking date. seemingly perfect, and impossible to hate. but you hate her. underneath the hair, the make-up the education and sophistication; behind the parties and the wealthy friends, despite her smile from ear to ear; she carries her dirty lies and secrets and everyday lives in fear. i bet that part you didn't hear. when you're not looking, she lets down her guard. her heart is black and her eyes, cold and hard. she's a complete mess buckling under extraordinary stress. did you know she starved herself for a week just to fit that little dress..? she drinks, smokes and fucks, just like you and i, she's not really that happy in fact at night she often cries. she's not so perfect. she's got a lot of problems, and quite the past. she finds most of her relationships never seem to last. she has addictions and temptations but in front of the world, she manages to erase them. she has family issues and she curses but before you have time to notice she ducks behind her gucci purses. she has flawless grammar, and the best of manners but if you knew who she really was you could never stand her. but none of you will ever see this dark side of her, revealed to me. you'll only get to see her "happy" face, her designer clothes, and her ribbon reading "first place". in life, she'll seem to be winning the race. she'll never step out of line, or do anything wrong she'll always be popular and hit all the right notes in her song. she'll act spick and span; cleaner than the virgin mary she'll pray everyday, and never leave the music blaring. because the thought of everyone knowing that the spotless image she portrays doesn't match what isn't showing, is terrifying. she could never admit to all her lying. so she convinces herself that the act is real; she makes herself believe this is the only way to deal. she'll keep walking through life pretending she feels. but it's inevitable, and i wonder what will become of her when the "perfect" image starts to peel. love michelle.