Some say they want me to act a certain way.
Others say always stay the same.
Do this; don’t do that!
Someone watching me every time I turn my back.

The corrections; the criticism.
The hurt and the pain.
From this, what do I gain?

A bad self-image
An imperfect picture of myself
Am I not good enough for anyone else?

But he tells me I’m perfect.
Beautiful, just the way I am.
He is there when I’m crying,
And when I am scared, he holds my hand.

He says it’s ok,
That it will all be fine.
That he’s always there for me,
And he will always be mine.

And somewhere inside,
I find a spark of hope.
I know I’m not perfect,
And I know I’m not grand.
But with him by my side,
I know I can stand.