Just Another Girl ~ a collection of my personal thoughts (poems)

I will never be perfect

I will never be perfect

I know I’m not the perfect Daughter you wanted,

But I don’t I don’t need your cranky reminders.

You tell me it’s for my best, but then why do I feel so trapped?

You tell me I’m a quitter, but you forget that you were the reason that made me quit.

You tell me I’m a failure, I agree with you but I don’t need a reminder.

You tell me I’m fat,

You tell me I’m a Brat,

All you ever do is just complain.

You complain about how I think,

You complain about how I dress,

You complain about what I buy,

You just complain,

No matter how hard I try!

If I paint something, you complain about the mess I made.

If I write something, you tell me it’s just waste of time.

I tell you about my dreams, you dismiss them as pastimes.

I tell you about my dreams, you tell me to be realistic.

I plead to you for letting me fly,

But you cut my wings and lock me in a cage.

You even complain about the things you didn’t let me try.

You compare me with other children,

But you don’t know how worse they are than me.

You complain about my grades, but don’t notice when I make progress.

You complain about my weight, but you don’t notice when I’m dieting and look dead.

You even complain about my complexion, but you don’t realize that I love my tan.

You complain about how I talk,

You complain about how I sit,

You complain about how I stand,

You complain about how I sleep,

You complain about what I watch,

You complain about what I read,

You complain about what I listen to.

You just complain and complain and complain . .

Note to my parents, even though I know you are not going to read this:  Of course you have always been there for me when I had no one,

Of course you are a blessing and the best parents I could ever ask for.

But sometimes that’s how you make me feel.

I love you guys more than anything in this world and I respect you both a lot but sometimes you make me feel so agitated. Sometimes I just need you to listen to me and not wash away my dreams with a splash of water. I know I’m not the perfect daughter that you could showcase as a trophy but just a fat, tan, crazy girl. But if I don’t care about what they say, why can’t you? Why can’t you accept it that my dreams are different from theirs and that doesn’t mean that I’m crazy! Just because I don’t believe in following the crowd doesn’t mean that I’m dumb! That just makes me . . well ME.

If you guys are not accepting me as I am, than how can I have the confidence to do anything! It’s not that I’m angry with you guys, it’s just that your opinions matter too much to me.  

                                              ~From a very agitated daughter.

P.S: It's just a poem. If you are wondering then no, my parents are not horrible, they are kinda awesome but this is how I feel sometimes. I'm sure we all have felt similar thoughts towards our parents at somepoint of our life. But I know they are just looking out for us, and they mean well.