Can't Be.
My mind has become muddled with the days of life,
Where have we been?
Where have we gone?
What have I done?
I can never understand why,
Why must I keep on at meaningless little tasks?
Have I done enough?
I'm not sure,
I'm never sure.
I try to do one thing,
Make mama proud,
Yet I end up doing another,
And her screaming becomes loud.
It's never enough,
Why? Why can't it just be?
To be perfect,
That's what it means.
But she's found replacements,
To hide me away,
Not me, never me,
I can't be the perfection she wants me to be.
Can't you understand mama?
That I'm yelling to be heard?
But the replacement you've discovered is louder.
I'm doing my best to try for you mama,
But I'm being trapped,
Captured by the twists and turns the world has thrown my way,
Perfection you may want,
But perfection I can not be.
C.
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