Perfection Poem by Ren L

Rip me apart piece by piece with your sharp tongue.
Pluck at ever insecurity, discredit all assiduous attempts, make me feel small.
Remind me that I have to fight for worth to you, it doesn't matter how young
I am—small.

Prove my worth by fighting for a high social standing, for a high GPA.
I want to get high now—curse this addictive gene, my only preventative.
You wish me to be a perfectly warm summer day,
But the cold, dead winter is my representative.

Please give me an applause! Something to hold to my name!
A trophy, an award, a piece of paper after twelve years, and another after four!
I live to please, I beg for your praise and approval so that my name
Can have worth once more.

I will be your doll, I will be perfection.
Dress me and move me at your will.
I live to serve under every condition.
I pray for you to accept me as I am—wishful thinking that you will