They told me to be the perfect girl
Be a perfect girl for my future.

Back in August, when I was with older children
Didn't know what subtraction was
Only did addition to find a solution
Kept quiet when they asked what I was

Perfect girls are smart
While I was multiplying instead of division,
Adding numbers instead of multiplication.

Perfect girls are a ball of sunshine
They make people's day bright.

"Who is this perfect girl?"

Are they sick of life for being perfect?
Aren't they a puppet,
A doll dressed by their parents?
Are they happy seeing us miserable
Bending down by the burdens
So heavy to carry with ease?

Maybe, they are happy to see us suffer
For they underwent a trail so hard.

"Who is the perfect girl?"

They said she is perfect,
I have to be perfect,
But how could I be perfect
When they are imperfect?

They said she made her parents proud,
I have to make them too,
But why are they not making me proud
By guiding me the road down.

They said she is smart,
I have to be smart,
But how can I be
When you don't answer a single question asked by me?

Who is the perfect girl again?
Is her name 'She'?

Can I ask She how to be perfect?
Will She be unkind?