Little Mister Perfect (Gruesome Prose)

Look, look, look at me

Aren’t I perfect? Aren’t I flawless?

A shining figure of perfection,

A God of faultlessness.

Can’t you see? Are you blind?

I’m perfection incarnate,

Living proof that flawlessness is possible!

What’s your excuse? Hmm…?

Look. At. Me.

Are you satisfied? Are you happy?

I changed to fit what you wanted me to be!

See, see here! Look! I have someone’s ear!

Listen, listen and listen well,

For I have a story to tell.

Once upon a nightmare

There was a boy and society

And that’s the best part! Society!

Everyone likes it, right?

To be judged based on their looks and cover?

“Speak well my dear and do not stutter!”

They stab and wound with their sharpened tongues

My innards pulled and my neck strung

Can’t you see that your words aren’t hurting?

I’m too strong to feel them. Hah!

Look, look here! I’m twirling someone’s finger!

Go, go now! And please do not linger.

Your perfection irks me, I hate it.

Now where was I? Oh yes, yes, yes!

I was making a jest! Don’t be scared, I’m just joking

Don’t mind me, my conscience I’m choking.

No don’t worry, carry on stranger

I’m the one in danger not you, why care?

Look. At. Me

I know you mock and preen

I can hear you giggle and scream

I know the pain you felt

While I stabbed you below the belt

And your death I slowly spelt

Are you scared? Are you frightened?

Well don’t be, I’m just being who you wanted to subsist!

No, no, I’m not being true, just simply mimicking you!

Scared of your own reflection? Afraid of your shadow?

Not to worry, because you won’t see tomorrow.

Decades I’ve suffered society’s abuse

All I did was show the truth!

Come now, don’t hate me still

I’m only back here to kill

I’ll be gone before you even know it!

Oh look! The blood! It’s beginning to dry!

Well, looks like it’s time for another try!

Whoops….I think I just squished an eye

Silly me, slippery feet…

That does look pretty neat.

Aww….there’s the sun…

Time for me to go back home

Where I can sleep on father’s throne

While the flames make me feel whole

Oh how I miss father, how I need him…

Around and around I twirl and pirouette

Time for this intruder to stop intruding

And return back to his lurking

I’ll be back, don’t you worry

I’ll return then you’ll feel sorry!