People think I’m perfect
And that may be what they see
They see strait A’s
They see a relatively cheery girl
They don’t see the tears,
In a crowded room, anyone can be alone, lost, confused
And so far away
You try to explain it,
But no one will listen
And when they do, they don’t understand
Even though you try, try so hard
And the last thing that makes you happy, you can’t have
Because it’s not perfect enough
He’s not perfect enough
And it’s not ok
It's not ok to cry when people think you shouldn't
It's not ok to be mad at the world
In the end, you play a part
The part that every one wants to see
The happy perfect little girl
Because that’s the way you should be
That’s the way you’re expected to be
And nothing less
Never anything less than that
That Person
