They want me to be perfect
I want them to see
That's not something I can do-
'Perfect' isn't in my vocabulary
They expect me to be someone else
I expect them to take me [or leave me] as I am
But that just won't fit in this puzzle they made;
The original Me doesn't work in their plans
I try to fit their mold,
Be their flawless human being
But I'm not a lump of clay;
I can only be so many things
And in the end I have learned
That trying just isn't enough;
I'm just another failed project to them
Not a masterpiece to be proud of