My skin doesn't fit
My words seem so hollow
I feel like a fraud
And that's a bitter pill to swallow
It hit her like a ton of bricks, she felt like the Wicked Witch of the East when Dorothys house fell ontop of her. Venus just stared at first into the closed eyelids of Felix. She didn't know how to react, what was she supposed to do? Venus did what any girl in this kind of position would do; The blonde goddess kissed Felix back, feeling her muscles pulsating as he caressed her. It was something that felt explosive, it was a realization to her mind. Everything she held ontop and valued in the past melted and vanished into a void of eternal nothingness.
Sometimes it hits me right between the eyes
Everyone can see through my disguise
Who was she fooling? "Miss Gwendolyn! Perfection! You must be perfect! You can't live life without any hints of imperfection! Miss Gwendolyn!!!"
The voice of the grey lady started to fade away and the warmth of life slowly heated her heart that used to be barricaded by the ideas of perfectionism. It felt like her brain snapped out of a trance, a huge weight lifted off of her shoulders. Heaven felt like only a flutter away; Venus continued to dish out an equal amount of passion Felix gave her.
Who am I fooling
"Venus are you ready for your close up?" Marie Gwendolyn brushed the long golden hair of a 10 year old Venus. The girl just looked at the mirror, make up had transformed her face into that of a plastic doll. An elegant blue dress was put on her, and her hair had grown all the way down to her hips giving her a natural debutante look. "Yes, Mother." said Venus, continuing to look herself in the mirror. "Good, now remember to sing your heart out. If you win your going to become a very big star!" She nodded her head when a giggling laughter filled her eardrums.
I'm just a smiling face
In a make-believe world
"Yeah! Lets go play some handball outside!" said the voice a boy standing in the hall between the various dressingrooms. "Yea! Who cares about this dumb contest anyways!" this time it was a girl, who looked like she was also competing in the competition. "Lets go!" she pushed the boy with the handball and then ran down the hall laughing. "Stephanie? Stephanie! Where are you?" the voice of a mother eruppted into the chorus. The clicking of heels went down the linoleum floor as she looked for her missing daughter.
"There you are! Young lady get back into the dressing room right now! Your going to be on soon!" "I don't want to Mommy, I want to play handball with Jeff!" The mother took one look at the young boy and snatched the handball away from her daughter hurling it threw an open window. "Your not to play with this little hooligan! You have some singing to do!" "I said no!" Stephanies mother grabbed her daughters hand and hauled her off to their dressing room, kicking and screaming the whole way.
"Hah, Mrs.Merkle can't even control her own daughter. Were sure to win!" Marie gave Venus a big smiled and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek. "Oh my little Venus! I'm going to be so proud when you win! You almost make me want to cry at this moment..." Tears strolled down Maries face as she hugged her one and only daughter. Venus just stood there and slowly hugged her back, her eyes staring at a blank spot on the wall. "Finally, God has given me a child whose perfect....."
There was no such thing as perfection, Venus knew this first hand now. Everyone has a number of things they are clumsy at doing, like pronounciation or an attitude problem or something. Nobody has the ability to always be correct in doing things, is there a correct way of doing things? Everyone has their own way. their own style, their own unique way of doing things. Nothing is perfect, and nothing will ever be. Some people just dellude themselves to think so, but in reality things are just the way they are. Imperfect, different, unique, strange, odd, wrong, etc.
This realization swirled around her, swelling up her eyes, tears started to roll down her cheeks as she kissed him. Sad for all the things she's done or tryed to do, yet happy that she can now finally live. Happy that maybe things will be looking up on her, happy that she has a second chance at living the life she has been giving.
Who am I fooling
I'm just a wannabe
So easy to replace
Pretending I'm a perfect girl