Perfectless

you yell and scream
you whine and complain
about the things I do
and the clothes i wear
you call me a slut
I'll start to cut
'cuz you expect me
to be so perfect
but I"m not like you
and I can't be you
so you'll have to deal
with the things I do
and the clothes I wear
is it so hard for you
to let me be me;
my unperfect self,
with the things I do
and the clothes I wear
I have one thing left to say
and one thing only;
I'm not sorry
that I can't be perfect