I’m not your perfect daughter,

who has a smile on my face at all times.

I’m not your perfect daughter;

I cry sometimes.

I sometimes make mistakes,

and say things I don’t mean to say,

but that is proof of my humanity,

and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’m not your perfect daughter,

and honestly, I don’t want to be.

I’m neither good nor bad or in between.

I can only be me.

I wish I could be seen for who I am.

I wish you could love me for me,

but your expectations are too high.

If only you could see.

I’m not your perfect daughter,

and I hope someday you can be

proud of who I am becoming,

and love me unconditionally.