You tell me to be perfect and even though I try,
My tears slowly fall to the ground as I cry.
I try to make you happy, though I don't succeed,
One giant lie is the life that I lead.
Sometimes, it would just be great,
To not be the one that you always hate.
If only you would understand,
That sometimes even I need a hand.
But, perfect is something that I'll never be,
I'm just me, and that, you have to see.
