Title: Perfection

Rating: K+

Warning: Sadness

Summary: A poem from a daughter or sone to a parent, about how sometimes, you're just never good enough for some people.

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Maybe one day I’ll be good enough, maybe I’ll be just like you.

Everyone says I’m perfect, maybe one day you’ll think so too.

But as I am (not adequate), not ideal in your eyes

I guess I’ll just keep fighting, but I think now I realize

That to you I’m just an object, to mold and shape and style,

To fit this image in your mind; how I should talk and walk and smile.

And even though I recognize this controlling, scheming way,

I try and try to fit that icon so that I can face you every day.

This flawless being you want me to be is just outside my reach

I need you to love me nonetheless, to you I beseech

I’ve tried my hardest to please you, attempted to idolize your ways

But still, to you, I’m failing. I’m substandard anyways.

I’ve been anything and everything you’ve wanted me to be,

But still I’m less then perfect and that’s all you seem to see.

One day I’ll be tired and stop living up to your dreams,

I’ll grow weary of your hatred and you multiple self-esteems.

I’ll find someone who likes the way I walk and talk and smile,

Who thinks I’m perfect the way I am and who finds my life worthwhile.

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Depressing? yeah. Sad? Definitely. Good? You tell me! Review!

Love ya -Aly