Trying for Perfection

I try to be good.
I try to be the perfect little girl they want me to be...
I try to have the right attitude,
The right look at life and how I'm supposed to act.
But their expectations are too high...
They want me to be someone I'm not.
They want to me to kill myself slowly from the inside.
Because if I had to be perfect, then that is what would happen to me...
If they want the girl who is seen and not heard,
The one who is beautiful and knows, but doesn't use it,
Or is kind and patient and humble and gentle and loving and knows just when to be.........
Perfect.
That terrible, horrible word.
The word that has destroyed my life.
The very adjective I strive for,
That I wish I could be,
But I am not, and I never will.

So maybe I should just stop trying for perfection.