I smile and wave
as the crowd cheers
while my enemies
stared in envy.
Behind my sorrowful eyes
a fragile soul
imprisoned by expectations.
“Prove this, prove that,
being second isn’t the best.”
“Hide your weakness,
hide your pain,
do not break
or be put to shame.”
I smile and wave
as I am being praised
while my enemies
cursed my name.
“Be a leader, be the Queen,
be the kind of perfection
for all to see.
Break, and you lose.
Break, and you falter.
Break, and you become nothing…”
I fell and shattered to pieces.
I stumble and cracked.
I am no great leader.
I am no beauty Queen.
I am no perfection.
I am just me…
In truth, I cannot
meet all expectations.
In truth, I cannot
prove everything wrong.
In truth, I cannot
be the perfect girl
society wishes me to be.
And the truth is
I can only be me…