It's not me

She's smiling.
Is she happy?
She looks happy,
So what does it matter?

She changed for them!
She conformed to tradition.
She didn't believe in it,
She didn't want to.

She cried over it
You told her leave it be
She didn't want this life,
But you refused to see.

You told her it would get better
Though you knew it was a lie
Everyday you said the same old thing
Though at night you heard her cry

You said you expected nothing less
Said it must be "perfection"
You could have stopped what happened next
By giving a little affection

She ran away sick of the pressure
And all you ever said was keep it together
She finally returned,
Hoping that you had learned.

But you were still the same
She realised it was about to start all over again.
She knew not what to do,
She just gave up and saw tradition through.