I hate to argue with my mom But I feel like she doesn't understand me I always tell her she doesn't know me Especially when we fight but She doesn't She doesn't know anything about me Not that I have bad thoughts That my brain is a mess I can't fix It's like a storm inside me but the outside is "Perfect" That's what I need to be Their perfect little girl And then there's my Dad Who can be so nice and caring But then after I make a slight mistake Its screaming It's like the tide The water suddenly being there But then going away again And I'm scared to tell him most things Scared of not being Their perfect little girl And I'm jealous of my best friend I sometimes even hate her for it But it's not her fault She and her mom do so much together She picks her up from work And they go to the beach together Whenever I ask my mom She says she's exhausted from work Or wants alone time And when we do have our time She's on her phone And when I ask if I can get a little attention She says that she never gets alone time That I always need attention I'm too annoying For their perfect little girl And I try to be perfect Try to fit in But inside it eats me And I break even worse The fights get more intense Everything builds up And it shatters The Image of the Perfect little girl