I cant be me without having to be perfect
From my parents saying imma bitch
TO me and others saying fall in a ditch
Life is hard but here I am
I am back for once but for again
Im tired, Im weird
Im Just, How?
How am I suppose to be me
When all yall see is the face and not whats underneath
Underneath im sweet, kind, smart, funny, no common sense
But its me
And thats all that there needs to be
So im sorry im no perfect for you
Im sorry Im not as smart, as pretty, as funny, as kind and sweet
But I got all I need and Im free
Free from his grasps
Im with my best friend and he is nice
Warm, sweet when you get to know him, funny, a great listener
And sees me for me I never had to change for him
And still dont
So how?
How am I the bad guy?