Perfection, Her Biggest Flaw

There's no such thing as a perfect person, it's merely an illusion.

Dazzling beauty beyond belief
Knowing this truce is her little relief
That porceline composure beginning to crack
The shattering truth ripping its way back
Slowly leaking through her hard exterior
Tearing at the seams, no longer superior
A fresh new skin rising to the surface
Fueled with poison, her words' evil hiss
Thought to be flawless, the "ideal girl"
Now our scarlet letter, a shady pearl
Perfection so tragic, not daring nor bold
A true burden to bear, one she shouldn't hold