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.
