Mother's Artwork

I'm on your work bench mom
I have been since I was born
On the outside I'm calm
But on the inside, for what you're doing to me, I shall mourn

You're molding me into the perfect little girl
So you can show me around like some expensive pearl
You don't know the real me
I don't either

What are you making me out to be?
Some girl with no flaws?
Some girl who's too strong for love?
That's breaking God's laws.

I hope your happy
Of your final art
The one that's me
The one that's switched to a protected heart

You fix every scratch
Every part that falls
I don't want all these extra pieces that you've attached
Because of you, it seems impossible to break down these brick walls

Thank you for making me picture perfect
But remember behind every picture lies a story
And this one's mine
In all it's fame and glory

And here I sit right next to you
You don't even know how I feel
You don't know this smile and act isn't true
Now I'm ready to tell you
Let go of my steering wheel

My life is my art, not yours
You had your chance with your life
I need to open my own doors
I need

To make my own masterpiece

T.G.R.