I think that there is two people inside of me.
I have the one thats there just to help and please.
And the one i can never let be seen.
I try to be as perfect as can be.
To always make you proud of me.
But no matter witch one you see.
I always make you mad at me.
I admit i'm not the best .
But i always seem to fail your tests.
I don't want you to give up on me.
But it shouldn't always be this hard you see.
You made me what i am today.
Because i'm always worried about what you say.
To scared to let my gaurd down.
Afraid that i'll make you frown.
I live to make you happy.
And scold myself when your mad at me.
Always up and down .
Like your oersonal clown.
Making faces and falling un places .
Just to see your smile and hear that i didn't let you down.
I cry every time i'm alone.
Cause i can't be your little clone.
I wish i had bin a better child.
Bin the perfect mother and daughter that would make you proud.
But i am the women i will always be.
Even if you can't be proud of me.
It's time i stand alone.
And stop trying to be your little clone.
I hope one day you'll see.
Just how good i can be.
Maybe you'll never be that happy about what you see.
But at least then i'll know i gave them all one hell of a show.
By
Esther Myers Fairchild
