An honest reflection on silent struggles behind perfection.

Little Miss Goody Two Shoes thinks she’s perfect at everything,

but the truth is… she’s perfect at nothing.

She believes she’s got her academics all figured out,

but in reality, she’s barely holding it together.

Instead of excelling, she stumbles through tests and assignments,

struggling just to keep her academic life in order.

She tells herself she’ll have the perfect relationship someday,

but she can’t even keep a man interested.

One failed talking stage turns into another,

an endless cycle of empty conversations, unread messages, and disappointment.

Her social life? It’s far from perfect.

Who are we kidding?

Little Miss Goody Two Shoes doesn’t even have one.

Most of her days are spent scrolling through her phone,

watching others live their best lives

while she lies in bed, wrapped in her raggedy clothes,

wishing she could be someone else.

She tries so hard to be the perfect daughter,

always aiming to meet her parents’ expectations.

But all she hears in silence is:

“You could do more.”

“You should be better.”

“Why can’t you be like…”

She doesn’t have the “perfect” body either.

She scrolls past girls with curves like hourglasses,

while she folds into herself,

wondering when she’ll look grown, feel beautiful, feel… enough.

She’s always the one giving advice, the one lifting others up.

But only her pillow knows how many times she’s cried herself to sleep.

Because there’s no one there to cry to.

She sacrifices her happiness just to make others smile,

constantly putting their needs before hers.

When will she learn to say no?

When will she learn that compromising herself isn’t love — it’s self-neglect?

Will she ever be perfect?

Maybe not.

But maybe…

Just maybe…

She doesn’t have to be.