Picture Perfect

Parts of me want to be pleased.

But I don't feel elated.

Just grounded by this.

Excited.

But knowing it'll never last.

Picture of Perfect Youth.

A Façade.

Indeed.

There are elements which I want to accept.

And others that I don't.

I'm not feeling so wise. So clever.

Not today.

There's a painted perfect picture.

Of who you think you are.