You tell me you're smarter than me
That I don't know what I want
And you don't like the colour of my hair

You make fun of the clothes I wear
And tell me my dreams are unrealistic
And that I should stop trying to impress you

You tell me I'm not as cool as you
And you don't like my friends
Because you're scared they might be

You tell me I'm prettier in real life
Than how you see me in your head
And that you could probably love me

You want to idolise me
But you tell me I'm only 97 % perfect
And I should be happy you chose me

For all my imperfections, why are you here?
I am not the someone you want to know
I laugh too loud and eat too slow

You don't like the hat I bought
To cover the colour of my hair
You tell me it makes my head look big

But you say I have nice skin
And my hands are soft.