Perfect

I've been worrying about what's wrong with me
Depression?
No.
Suicidal?
Maybe, I don't know.
You hate those words.
"I don't know"
You want the answer straight and perfect.
Hah, perfect.
I'm sorry I'll never be as "perfect" as you.
Like you even know what perfect means.
Did you know, I'm an actual human being?
That I have feelings and I'm not your lump of clay?
Funny, do you think I'm joking?
Do you take my inspirations seriously?
Everyone does not work like you do.
NO, I don't insult and batter myself the way you do,
after shooting for what I want and miss.
NO, I don't want the same things you want.
What if I don't want to be normal?
What if I want to be unique and not boring?
Like you expect me to be.
You are a fantastic mother, yes.
But the way you treat my dreams, by teaching me not to have any,
or at least ones you don't approve of.
It's my choice, ONLY I KNOW how to treat myself right.
SO SHUT UP!
I DON'T WANT YOUR FREAKING OPINION!!!
Even if you dislike mine!
Can't you just play along?
for my sake?
For my sanity?
You will NEVER EVER be perfect.
YOU CAN NEVER teach me what to dream for.
You are a flame jumping in my  path.
Trying to lead me in they way you prefer,
when I would rather go for the one piece of gold rather than
the 500 piece of copper.
YOU WILL NEVER be my role model.
My life, my dreams. Not yours.
And you think it's all a joke.
YOU are not perfect.
You will never be.