What Do You Want Of Me?

I'm not perfect
Not even damn close
Your judgements are harsh and so unrealistic
Stupid answers of why you think I can do this is all you give
Little thought, it seems, is what you put into what you say to me 
Model for everyone, but I'm not even close

I can't do it any more
Pretend to be me, oh but of course you can't 
To live like this and hate my reflection because of your absurd wishes
Smile through this agony
When I try to explain how your pressure is too much,
realize that your earplugs cover your heart and you don't care
Feel me in your arms like you used to
Like I used to love it when you would
Crying my eyes out into my pillow when I realize that you're never going to let me be me

The End

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