Perfection.

This poem is about a girl being controlled by her mother and forced to look and act perfect.

Please smile and be sweet.

Don't let them know you're weak.

Show them that you're perfect like me.

I'm your mother and I'm here to make your dreams.

You will not be like your father.

He was influenced by the devil.

He always caused too much trouble.

I should've put him in the hospital.

Its like you're the puppet and I am the puppeteer.

Don't show them no fear.

You belong to me, not him.

He was the one that was filled with sin.

I'm the one that has always been cleansed.

You will listen to me, not him.

You may call this controlling.

But I your mother calls this patrolling...