Perfectly Me

I never wanted to be up here,

On this golden pedestal where you placed me.

Your gifts are unwelcome.

This crown hurts my head.

Sugar sweet I never claimed to be.

Please take me down and out of this gown.

Open the glass cabinet so I can be free.

Let me run around,

Barefoot on the dirty ground.

Face reality,

I was never your perfect.

I am perfectly me.

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