Your perfect?

The Perfect Daughter

the perfect daughter was called

she folds her napkin perfectly balled

and when the forbidden figure appears

she hides it behind the blood that smears

the perfect daughter will wear her heart on her sleeves

her shirt-buttoned up as they perfectly hide her cleaves

and when she is called around casually on the street

she will stoop as low as to look down to her feet

the perfect daughter cares for her family

she complies with orders to make him look perfectly manly

and when those hands do touch her exquisite cheeks

she wipes away her tears with gentle squeaks

the perfect daughter will never let me down

her utmost remorse is in my perfectly conceited frown

and when she is asked about who she loves the most

she won't know to mention her name but of me will she boast

but oh! the perfect daughter does not exist

she appears in my dream to check off the list

and when she was asked about how far she is from the world

she only looked up at the sky and towards the wind, she unfurled.

//written on the midnight of 12th June, 2018