Perfect?

Wait. What are you doing? You are supposed to be perfect, girl!!

Perfect?

Yes, be perfect. Wear pretty dresses but make sure you will cover up your body well. Always have that nice and sweet smile on your face. Smile but not that much otherwise they will consider you as you are 'available'. Eat healthy but make sure you don't eat too much because every pound you eat is visible on your body, they'll notice. Stop showing your darkness, your pimples and cover up your face in layers and layers of cream because your fair skin has more value than your true colors and pure heart, my girl. Well, may be 'you have to be perfect because you ARE a girl' is what they meant!

What are you doing girl? What you are supposed to do is predefined , predefined in our minds ,why are you not behaving like what we thought you should be? Why are you thinking on your own and acting on your own? You should get perfect grades, get into perfect school & have that perfect behavior. So stop experimenting with your life, my girl. Be flawless, be perfect.

Stop ruining your life, stop being a teenage rebellion. You disappoint me. Organize your life and have a promising career my girl, but make sure you get married by the age of 25, otherwise your life will be a disaster. I'm telling you to be perfect, perfect enough so that I can love you, I can be proud of you, I can take care of u. So my girl, work on it. Work so that you can be someone whom I can love. Stop being a crap bag, stop being you and work.

At least pretend to be perfect otherwise you will be under a constant fear of never fitting in and you definitely don't want that my girl, do you? Try to be popular, my girl, so that you can't be ignored by them but at the same time you have to be shy enough so that they won't judge you. You have to work on yourself to be the only one, to be feel loved and feel cared by others, no one is going to accept you as it is, be flawless. You're a worthless truth no one wants, convert yourself into a precious image, my girl. Please, for God's sake, be perfect. 

Okay stop. Please.

No. I'm not perfect. I can't be one. I can't read your mind and I don't know what you think I should be doing. I am still learning through life. Let me grow on my own. Let me be me and not what you think about me. I'm a person, not your robot. I can only be as good as I can be. I'm constantly loosing myself in the efforts of being someone I am not. I'm loosing my true identity and converting myself into a painted picture. It's more like I am drifting out of the window than actually getting involved in my life. I am constantly burning in the flames of agony. You have already made me into a creature with broken heart and compromised soul. Isn't that enough?

I can be only as good as what I am. But after all this, I'm still trying to cope up with your definition of perfect. Believe me, I am. I don't want to disappoint you, I am trying to be a perfect daughter, perfect sister, perfect friend, perfect person. But being perfect sometimes hurts, it hurts me. Making a decision on my own is not even my choice anymore, it's always a thought in my head which I can't act upon. 

And all of this is for what? To be perfect? To be flawless? 

But wait. Perfect? Perfect like whom?

'You're disappointing me girl'? Disappointing whom? You? Are you perfect enough to tell me that?