Unperfect

You always point out my flaws;
Never what I do right.
I'm never good enough for you;
And you have to pick a fight.

You always call me fat each chance you get;
Well I got something to tell you.
You should just keep your mouth shut;
No one is perfect you know.

I'm not going to treat you special;
Just because you're older.
I'm sick of trying to impress you;
Because you only treat me colder.

When will you open your eyes and see;
That this is who I am, why can't you accept it?
Why must you remind me of my mistakes?
Why do you have to push it?