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It turns out Perfection isn't that great.
She stared at the cameras infront of her face.
A forced smile appears on her lips,
Everyone sits back down in their place
A flawless posture with her hands on her hips.
Walking back through the stage doors
A tear falls down her cheek,
As she sits on the carpeted floor.
Where's the escape she desperately seeks?
The same routine over and over again,
'No' she thinks, 'gotta stay strong'
But will perfection be attained?
Who knows, everything could go wrong
Stepping through the doors of hell,
The smile in her face is painful.
If you look in her eyes there's a story to tell,
Maybe she'll quit this year, maybe, just maybe.
She walks on the cat walk, forced look on her face,
she wonders about her unseen fate,
She is the model's fall from grace.
How was she to know perfection is not that great?