To Be Me

You expect me to be,
A person who's not me,
A perfect little priss,
Instead of an akward goth chick,
That's who you want me to be.

You expect me to be so perfect,
Without a flaw in sight,
But I couldn't be that way even if I tried with all my might.

Not that I want to I mean really,
Being that good would positively kill me.

I like the way I am,
I'll always be just me,
You'll jsut have to forget what you wanted me to be.