Go on then Pretend to be my friend Claim you made me this Perfect version of myself But I'm not that I'm a mess A failure I'm just giving my all up to appease you And that is never appreciated because there's so many better than me and "that's just Sol he's clever, he's creative, he's artistic, he's polite." But the moment I slip behind you shake your head. Sigh. Yell. Mock. I'll never be enough for you. Any of you. So no, you didn't make me perfect. You made me this. A dead boy walking.