Kill For Perfection

Perfection is so overrated,
Just like how fashion can be outdated.
The stares, the calls that seem to allure;
The stumble, the falls that seem to amuse.

That perfection seems to be protecting you
From the invisible, daggered stares,
Nothing ever seems so fair.
You always have that absolute pair.
It attracts, it soothes, it protects, it moves.

I decided to take it into my own hands,
And make yourself more defined.
Did you know, sister, you look absolutely divine,
in that gorgeous red color.
I guess perfection couldn't protect you forever.

The eyes that bore at the back of my head,
I knew, disliked me from the start.
But I never expected my "perfection" to lead to my death,
and a knife right through my heart.