Can I do anything right?
Bring honor to the family name?
Nothing.
Hopeless.
Shame.
That's what I feel
When you yell my name
I cannot be that flawless Japanese doll
I cannot be the perfect bride
Just disappointment would come
Only if I tried
I’m sorry
But not
I cannot change who I was made to be.
The katana slices through my hair
A final step from trying to be
The perfect girl
To go against the standards of the world
The impracticable things I do,
I do for you
For as long as you're fine
It doesn't really matter
This body of mine
But then I realize
Maybe I do it for me
Does the pressure of the weights
Drag me down
Or help pull me up higher
To feel of worth
And not just dirt?
Now I sit atop the beam so narrow
As the champion
Who finally reached the arrow.
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