This poem is inspired by my feelings towards social standards. I feel like this poem represents my feelings well. I wrote this to depict how social standards are affecting young people.
There is a lighter that sits on my desk
It just sits there and I cry
Thoughts run through my head
I’m supposed to be the perfect girl
The perfect student
The perfect sister
The perfect daughter
This word is thrown around me
And my head spins
How am I supposed to be the perfect student when I see more C’s than A’s
How am I supposed to be the perfect sister when I jump on my brother when I don’t get my way
How am I supposed to be perfect when there are scars on my wrists that prove otherwise
How am I supposed to be perfect when I have more insecurities than I can count
There is a lighter on my desk and I sit and I cry
