PERFECT!

pull up to the function

with our perfect, plastic smiles,

plastered tight, leaving no cracks.

PERFECT!

we’re here! we’re ready!

no, of course we’re not hiding tears in our eyes!

of course our throats aren’t choked up!

we’re perfect!

PERFECT!

“wow, look at them,

and how put together they are!”

yes, of course!

we’re perfect!

PERFECT!

everyone admire us;

watch our fun little game of pretend

and say we’re

PERFECT!

bask in the glory

of our functional family,

and watch how well we interact, cuz we’re

PERFECT!

remark on the “deep bond”

between parent and child.

you’ll never know the truth.

but think that; please!

because everyone thinks we’re

PERFECT!

….

fuck that.

before we arrived,

our emotions did a full swing.

before we pulled up,

we had 10 mental breakdowns.

before we even got in the car,

things were said and done.

things that can never be taken back.

and i’m done with pretending we’re

PERFECT!

…

“hello!

how are you?”

“oh, i’m fine!”

the comfortable lie

they always buy.

but how would they know?

We’re just so

PERFECT!