Unattainable Perfection

This envisionment that my parents have,
a wish, an idea for what I should be.
"you'll be perfect" spoken with a laugh,
no imperfections, nothing thats unworthy.

I'm told I'm wonderful for every victory,
I'm praised, I'm loved and rewarded greatly.
But the insults lie waiting, all the mockery,
each given for every mistake, for lost glory.

Yet under this mask, beneath the veil,
it is me and I want to be let free.
Off of the pedestal, out of this jail,
I beg to my parents to let me flee.

I want to show, I wish to flaunt,
the good, the bad, my traits, my flaws.
Not the me envisioned by their want,
but me, not the veil that is enforced.