unrealistic expectations
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Plastic Perfection
I can’t have your perception change of me,
your peripheral vision will be tainted.
Alternated by the persona I made you believe.
I open my eyes to the desolation on the walls,
no color,
no expression,
no life.
No will to live,
nor get out of bed,
to go to my prison instead.
School mentally cages me,
See the girl balancing there
Upon the rickety pedestal you built for her
Holding her aloft when she is afraid she might fall.
But she loves you
So she stays;
