did you know that i'm not real.

not the way you see me.

what you see isn't me.

i'm not who you want me to be.

the little angel you raised is gone forever.

now there's just me,

the image of all imperfection.

you wanted a perfect child,

but instead you got me.

well i'm sorry that i'm not your ideal,

but you never did care how i feel.

so why should i care?

you were never there for me.

so why should i be what you want me to be?