Disillusioned by lies Built up by those who molded her into what they thought was perfect -A perfect example of how a young girl should be Only they didn't want her to be happy They wanted to make it so that She wouldn't see what was going on around her So that she would trust anyone who would come into her life Let them into her world Only so they could rob her of her secrets And make her the target of abuse She was the goal for young boys to reach The lucky guy who got to steal her virginity was the winner She was the goal for young girls to make fun of The lucky girl who got to make her the object of ridicule was Miss Popular How could she have geussed what was to come How could she have realised what was happening When at first, she had everything The perfect friends The perfect boyfriend The perfect life Maybe then I should have thought, there's no such thing as perfect.Birth sign: Scorpio
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