The Perfect Girl

The Perfect Girl 

By Catherine L.H.

{inspired by gene therapy } 

I am the perfect girl.

At least, that’s what they all tell me.

The girl with the perfect face.

The perfect eyes.

The perfect hair.

The perfect figure.

But they don’t understand

That I’m broken inside.

Science created me – the perfect girl.

They sought perfection

They created me

“The perfect girl”

They all stare.

They all sigh.

They all envy.

I don’t know why.

I am not perfection.

I was a scientific toy.

They don’t see me.

They look, but don't see past my body.

They stare and gawk

But they don’t see me.

Who was I meant to be?

Before the tests?

Before the scans?

Before the modifications?

Did I have a big nose?

Did I have brown hair?

Did I have my mother’s eyes?

Did I have a mother?

They have never told me

Who I am.

I am the perfect girl -

The most imperfect girl alive.