You say i am pretty.
You say i am perfect.
But deep inside i am not.
What if i showed you the scars on my wrists.
Would you be shocked?
Would you hate me?
Would you disown me?
Since i am not the perfect daughter you want.
You say i am bright.
You say i am happy.
But what if i showed you my diary.
It is filled with all the unhappy and unperfect things i am.
Would you still love me?
Would you still say how perfect i am?
Even if you found out?
That i am not everything you want.
Would you cry?
Would you die inside?
Knowing i am not the perfect daughter you want.
