Little Miss Not-So-Perfect

Her presence
makes my blood boil.
The sound of her fake laugh
makes the hairs on the back of my neck
stand up.
Her faux smile,
More like a grimace,
disgusts me.

Her eyes are mocking me:
"I can do whatever I want,
I can get away with anything!"
Why are people so blind?
Why can't they see?

Her manipulative trickery,
Her mind-games,
Why can't they see her
for who she really is?

Her fake persona,
Like a mask she wears
to fool unsuspecting strangers.
Nothing about her is authentic!
She pretends to define
perfection,
innocence,
purity.

But every time
she opens her mouth,
Lies pour  out.
It frustrates me,
That I am the
only one,
The only person who knows
that she isn't Little-Miss-Perfect.