Perfect
I am sorry I can’t be what you want me to be.
You wanted to be free.
I want to be that beautiful and outstanding girl.
So I have to give it a whirl.
I tried my hardest to be perfect.
But all I am now is a suspect.
A suspect that tore myself apart to impress you.
We fit like glue.
At the end, you wanted me to change.
Which I thought was strange.
Since you said you will love me the same.
And now I am the one to blame.
Why did you want me to change into someone I am not.
All we did was fought.
I just want to know why you would want to change me.
Since I was your honey bee.
I just wanted to fit your standards.
Slandered words. Slander.
Perfect people aren’t real.
I don’t know what to feel.
Love me or hate me.
That’s all I can see.
Every girl is beautiful in their own way.
Even if a guy can’t stay.
Stop saying that I have to be perfect.
I want to have respect.
I will be whoever I want to be.
Take a knee and be free.
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