Every day,
I strived to achieve perfection.
Every day,
I wanted to earn your affection.
Every day,
I tried harder just for you.
Every day.
But there was something I knew.
I would never be good enough.

I look back,
And see you look only at anyone but me.
I look back,
My beauty I wanted you to see.
I look back,
Hoping your love would be unconditional.
I look back,
And see that’s not rational.
Mommy, am I perfect now?

Now I see,
She will never change.
Now I see,
Her empty words will stay the same.
Now I feel
Empty knowing she didn’t care.
Now I know
When I really need her, she won’t be there.
Why can’t you except me as not perfect?

Mommy, you don’t get that the wound you left me will never heal.
You will never understand how you’ve made me feel.

Ugly.
Unloved.
Imperfect.