When the music's off and the room gets empty

What a shame.

Am I Enough for You?

I strive to be.

Whether it's being alive,

Or being perfect, I let you decide.

I am your puppet.

You may use me as you wish.

But my strings are tired.

They are frayed, and my paint is dry.

It may not be as it was,

But it is yours.

I am yours.

But that isn't enough.

I shame you.

I am grotesque.

My wood is chipped.

My clothing is ripped.

My stuffing was torn apart,

Turned into a garland,

Welcoming you into the mess that I am.

So I stand here,

Pleading with you,

To be your little girl again.

I'm sorry I grew too fast.

I'm sorry I tried too hard,

Lost in the directions I thought would lead me to you.

I'm sorry-

*"You aren't my daughter.

You are a shame to this family."*

-That I am-wasn't-what you wanted.

That's my fault.

So I withdraw.

I hide in my room.

I let my paint chip,

And I let my clothing fray,

Because I am not worth loving myself.

What a shame-

Unloved daughters.

Failures.

Used daughters.

A shame you have to have me.

I am sorry for what I am-

Was.

I strive to be.

Whether it's being alive,

Or being perfect, I let you decide.

I am your puppet.

You may use me as you wish.

But my strings are tired.

They are frayed, and my paint is dry.

It may not be as it was,

But it is yours.

I am yours.

But that isn't enough.

I shame you.

I am grotesque.

My wood is chipped.

My clothing is ripped.

My stuffing was torn apart,

Turned into a garland,

Welcoming you into the mess that I am.

So I stand here,

Pleading with you,

To be your little girl again.

I'm sorry I grew too fast.

I'm sorry I tried too hard,

Lost in the directions I thought would lead me to you.

I'm sorry-

"You aren't my daughter.

You are a shame to this family."

-That I am-wasn't-what you wanted.

That's my fault.

So I withdraw.

I hide in my room.

I let my paint chip,

And I let my clothing fray,

Because I am not worth loving myself.

What a shame-

Unloved daughters.

Failures.

Used daughters.

A shame you have to have me.

I am sorry for what I am-

Was.

-August

"Pleading with you,

To be your little girl again." hits DIFF

(This was a prompt someone gave 2 me, guys. im okay (in this poem atleast))
love you all! <3