You try to bring me down,
Always telling anyone willing to listen what a horrible person I am,
Ungrateful, pompous, selfish,
These are only a few of the hurtful words you use,
Each night l lie awake thinking of ways to finally become acceptable in your eyes,
I toss and turn each night,
Believing that today you'll treat me like a person,
And not like a leper, or the dirt and grime found in a drain,
But atlas, the sun has risen,
A new day has begun,
But to you I am still an abomination,
A mistake created by God.
Years have gone by,
Now I'm an adult,
And even though I still try to please you,
It is never good enough,
I am never good enough.
But I am tired,
Tired of trying to mould myself into your specimen of what is a perfect person,
No matter what I say, what I do or the company I keep,
You would never be satisfied.
Now I've finally realized that it doesn't make sense fighting a losing battle,
To you I would never be perfect,
I would never be able to live up to your standards,
After much soul searching and sleepless nights,
I've finally realized that Imperfection ain't so bad after all.
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