Dear mom,
So your true self has appeared again,
It's strange to think,
That one day,
Everything changed.
The story goes that I was once your child,
I would wear what you wanted me to wear,
I acted how you told me to act,
I was your puppet.
As I matured,
I started to notice some things,
How all you saw was a better vision of yourself,
How I was nothing but a doll.
A childs play thing,
To use as you pleased,
To bad you didn't know,
This doll had a mind of her own.
So I broke free,
I dressed how i wanted,
Acted how I wanted,
Now I'm perfect to be me.
Yes, we aurge you about it,
You judge me,
You say I'm no longer your little girl,
And that's true.
I've grown up,
I've found where I belonged,
I may be strange,
But to some I'm perfect.
