I wish I could be Perfect.



It was a long winter day and everything was good.

I couldn’t wait to show my dad my report card,

Because all “A’s and B’s” again.

But he never seems to care.



All he says is “ Its ok for your age to have B’s”

Also he said, “ Once you get all A’s I will be proud.”

But what does he know?

He makes me so depressed and down about myself.



I try as hard as I can.

I never get any fun time anymore.

He wants me gone and out of his life for good.

He just wants me to be perfect and that isn’t possible.



I always thought to be the “mistake” of the family.

He says he loves me but I don’t believe him.

If he loved me, why does he treat me this way?

I don’t understand him anymore.



He is practically not home anymore.

I have to do everything by myself.

I don’t know where my mother went.

So I am stuck with my dad.



He is just so picky about things now.

I am doing better than half the school but he doesn’t care.

He wants me to be perfect like all them straight A people.

You know what forget him, I am 16, and I can do better.



So the next morning I packed my bags and just ran away.

I knew my father wouldn’t care.

He wanted to get rid of me anyway so I am leaving forever.

I bought a train ticket to wherever it takes me.



I am leaving and leaving for good.

I said goodbye to New York and said hello to better opportunity.