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[singmemysadsong]

So I’m not your perfect child
What am I?
A fat meaningless object
That isn’t worth the time?

You act as if I can’t do anything
But I really can
If you took the time to see
There are a lot of things that make up me

Like my poetry
My personality
My photography
And that’s only some of what makes me

So I’m not your perfect child
What is?
My sister
My brother

You say you just don’t want me hurt
When your hurting me worse
You criticize me
You make me feel as if everything I do is wrong

Yeah you compliment me
But the criticize overpower
It’s almost like
The compliments are just out of gilt

You call me your little angel
But only when other people are around
Who am I?!
Do you even know?

I could be a druggie
I could be a drinker
But you wouldn’t know!
You’re not around enough!

You complain about how you hate being home
Well try being the one who has to stay home
At least you can leave
I’m stuck here with nothing to do and nowhere to go

It’s like I’m a caged animal
No meaning but to stay where I am
Useless, and meaningless
Nothing to you

No I’m not perfect in school
No I’m not perfect at sports
But you never even gave me the chance to do what I really love
I love swimming I love dancing

I love photography
I love poetry
I love being happy
You won’t even give me a chance to do that!

So I’m not your perfect child
I don’t know what I am to you
Not your son or daughter
Maybe that’s a good thing

Maybe it’s bad
But either way I have to live with it
Can’t change it
So I’m not your perfect child . . . .

Then what am I?

by:me