How a perfect child feels.

I act too young and immature, I'm older now, I should act it.
And yet I'm much too young to follow my heart
I need to grow up
While you lie in seperate beds in the same house.
If I continue on, I will end up on the streets,
and of course you will not help me, it will be all my fault
I will not be able to do anything without your help.
I must do and say and act the way you wish, to be the model child you read about and have seen on TV.
I must get all A's in my AP honors classes, and if not, I simply have not hit my potential.
And stop being behind that camera--you have no future in it.
Simply not a stable profession.
I must go into law and medical.
I must wake two hours before school in order to iron, wash, clean, brush, and apply makeup so I may look the part.
I must be respectful, and never open my mouth unless directly asked a question, young girls never got anywhere by speaking their minds.
I must adopt your conservative, Catholic values, and worship a god that I do not believe in.
I must wear his symbol, the cross, on my neck every day.
I still have the scars from what happened when I tried to take it off.
I must stay at home, every day, to do my house work, and chores, and study.
I must work 30 hours a week, since I am old enough to buy all of my things, and yet too young to leave your house.
I will act like a young lady, adopting the persona which you require me to be in all social settings.

And above all,
I must never, ever
Show the damage you have done to my heart and my soul.