Sometimes is never quite enough
If you're flawless, then you'll win my love
Don't forget to win first place
Don't forget to keep that smile on your face
Be a good boy
Try a little harder
You've got to measure up
And make me prouder
How long before you screw it up
How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up
With everything I do for you
The least you can do is keep quiet
Be a good girl
You've gotta try a little harder
That simply wasn't good enough
To make us proud
I'll live through you
I'll make you what I never was
If you're the best, then maybe so am I
Compared to him, compared to her
I'm doing this for your own damn good
You'll make up for what I blew
What's the problem.....why are you crying
Be a good boy
Push a little farther now
That wasn't fast enough
To make us happy
We'll love you just the way you are if you're
perfect"
It's hard to live a life being you when all anyone can do is say how unworthy you are. My mother had a dream 10 years before I was born. The dream had to deal with her having a child, but at the end of the dream the child had to go. Mom woke up and knew she was going to have a girl. And 10 years later she did, she had her dream. I was supposed to be that dream girl, the one who brought endless joy.
How do you live your life under that? Even if you struggle to be that child, you wont reach it. It was just a dream, can't people see that? I'm not perfect. I'm not Cinderella, I can't deal with all the hell I must put up with. Did my parents figure if they put me in a corner and give me the material things and lashings I needed that I'd be that perfect girl? That dream girl? Who's the one that makes the choice if I'm perfect or not?
Even friends expect me to give the perfect advice, to always be there. They expect me to lend them a dollar, call them, always have an ear, and a shoulder. And I try, boy do I try. But can't I stumble, can't I cry? Can't I have that shoulder? That ear? Or do I get to be the perfect friend as well?
My teachers expected the best from me. Good grades, interesting topics, good grammar, homework done, never sick. I'm sorry, I'm not Einstein. I'm mediocre. I can write, but even that doesn't seem good enough. I don't even have that as an escape.
So what's the person who's suppossed to be perfect do? I don't know, 'cause I'm not perfect. I've accepted it, why can't you? Besides, isn't me being imperfect, the exact thing that makes me perfect? I'm the perfect me, so love me for who I am. I try to.