So what if I'm not what you hoped I would be?
So what if you don't like me?
Who cares about your opinion?
Is there something with being different?
So what if I'm not perfect?
Not flawless, like you created me.
So what if I'm not a splitting image of you,
Not an A+ student,
Not what you wanted me to be.
Would I care if you hate me,
If you thought I was bratty, cruel, spiteful?
What's bad about being different.
Why do I have to be perfect,
Why do I have to make sure that everything I do,
Is only for you,
To make you happy,
To give you something to brag about?
Give me a reason,
A reason why I would ever want to make sure everything is to your expectation?
And so I ask,
So what if you disown me as your child,
So what if I am a failure to you?
My life doesn't rotate around you,
Live with that!
You can't tame me, to do your every command, every order.
I don't care if I'm not flawless, not the person you were trying to create.
Not like you, not the same as my older siblings.
I am myself, not anyone else.
Not who you want me to be, not like my other friends nor my siblings.
And if you think otherwise,