No matter what I do
I will never be perfect to you
You find fault in everything I do
Because I am not exactly like you
I'm not a carbon copy
Of the you, you were at my age
You sit and hope I fall off the stage
You clip my wings
And watch me spiral down
My face hits the pavement
You probably think it's an improvement
And I break under your harsh judgment
I just wanted to be me
But to you that's a horrible thing
Because you want me to be you
YOU ARE READING
Black Box
PuisiInside you will find a collection of poems that I hope will help you find some sense of peace. If you like what you read and want more you can follow my Tumblr @pale-rosewritings
