Wasted

She is the goddess of my dreams,
My perfect star-crossed match.
But she is a little too perfect;
There has to be a catch.

She is the president of our math team,
Number one in the competitions.
She is the lead of our play
Because of her unbeatable auditions.
She is the ablest captain
Our soccer team ever had.
She is our school's valedictorian:
The best high school grad.

But what's this?
I see her drinking spirits,
Smoking smoke,
Wasting her life
On dope.

It's impossible to cope
With this lost hope.