Perfect

Who am I?
I am perfect.
What am I?
I am perfect.
Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect.
And perfection is all I know.
I can be nothing else.

I would cut, if I could.
I would cut, but it would mar this perfect skin.
I would cut spiderwebs into my snowy arms,
Along the fabled arteries in search for a heart,
And find out if I could die a mortal death.
But I can't, because I'm perfect, and perfect is all I can be.

She's a perfect little clockwork masterpiece.
You carried her in the womb for nine months.
Nine months, you devoted your body and soul to her creation,
So she'd better be perfect.
And alone in the darkness, not a single time did she kick.

Oh! Look at the dainty little key in her back!
Look at those delicate, fairy-like hands!
You can feed her!
You can walk her!
You can dress her up!
Turn the key in her back and she'll do a little dance!

She's not normal.
Poke her with a stick-
Don't get close!
See if she snarls at you.
She couldn't, wouldn't, won't, can't,
Even though she wants to.
She's perfect, and perfection must remain flawless.

Peerlessly perfect,
Fearfully perfect,
Mournfully perfect,
And solemnly perfect,
Perfection is all she knows.

I'm more perfect than him.
Brother, counterpart, perfectly antihero.
And imperfect, standing next to a doll
Who feels she must make up for his flaws.
Oh, perfect brother!
No-one understands you!
I must be more perfect,
Must shoulder more responsibility,
So that you can remain imperfect.
And if I'm perfect,
And you're imperfect,
We can even each other out.

So I stay perfect, to compensate,
and then everyone expects you to be too.
So really, I'm not helping anything.
If I was truly perfect,
I would stop being perfect,
Because it's not something you should have to live up to.
But I'm weak,
What's perfect must remain so,
And perfection is a cruel, cruel fate,
That clamps down hard jaws
And thrashes its head till its prey falls to bits.
No escape.

How does it feel not to be perfect?
She can't find out.
She could break this,
Stop being perfect,
But perfection must stay perfect.
She knows nothing else, can know nothing else.
Because she realizes once you stop,
You can't go back to being perfect.
And it's safer to stay perfect,
Than to venture out into the unknown.