I strive and strive,
To become your own image of perfection.
I tried to be you -
But only left pieces of myself behind.
I changed my ways,
For your approval.
I worked until I was broken,
Only to hear the words, "I am proud of you"
But with lectures and criticism -
There was no room for words like that.
You would point out my flaws,
And make them known.
This treatment was only for me,
You never saw the others,
Their mistakes, their flaws
But only mine.