The girl inside you think is true, is not who she is, but a reflection of you.
She is not perfect, for perfect is so far out of reach.
But the girl she tries to be, is so not to hear you preach.
Trying to make you happy, while all along she’s crying for disappointing you.
She’s nothing but sad, and heartbroken for all she is, is a disappointment.
Your approval is a token, but for her it’s unspoken.
Not wanting to be left out searching all about…
For something she can do, to hear you say “I’m proud of you!”
Awaiting the day she will rise, but not coming, she’s not even close to being the prize.