The Bet.

[MysticalBurrito]

Perfection is what she longs for,
Imperfection is the bitter taste she get.

When she looks in the mirror her eyes remind her of the battles she’s lost,
And the battles she has yet to win.
The lost and the found,
The free and the chained.

Trace her arms the words written,
Truth or lies?
Lets play the game.
Loose your soul,
Or loose your mind?
Place the bets,
What’s is going to be, kid?