Proven

Must I prove myself to you? Must I spell every perfectly? Must I say all the right things? Must I be the perfect size? Must I change myself for you?

Can I not be the person I am before you? Can I not be who I am now?

No…

I must spell everything perfectly or I am not intelligent, in your eyes. I must say everything right or I am not clever, in your eyes. I must be the perfect size or I am not beautiful, in your eyes. I must change my heart completely or I do not belong, in your eyes.

It’s a cold life I live. It’s a lonely life I live. Waiting, always, waiting. Waiting to be everything you ever wanted to see. Waiting to be your idea of perfection.

I’m afraid it will never come.