I am...

Mistake,
Everywhere this little girl goes,
She writes out the simple word,
"Mistake."

She writes it down,
So she can leave it behind,
To finally say goodbye to the word,
She thinks best describes her.

But like a footprint, it follows her.
It haunts her and reminds her,
Of a broken home,
She was made to believe that she created.

Feeling nothing but hatred, she takes it.
She makes it looks good,
Stitching it into her favorite sweater,
Putting it on to protect her.

Though, it does the exact opposite,
She's just too shielded to see it.
All the times people tell her she's nothing but perfect,
She doesn't believe it.

Her eyes at first glisten,
Until the word "mistake" covers her ears,
Telling her not to listen,
"These people don't know you,
They don't know what you've done,
You've forced two people into a marriage with imaginary love."

Her parents say it's not her fault,
Whatever, she thinks it's a lie.
When all the kids get old enough to leave the house,
They'll talk about divorce for the second time.

This little girl feels like a failure,
Within some point in the day,
She hangs her head down low and repeats,
"I am a mistake.
I am a mistake.
I am a mistake."

The word "mistake" whispers,
Telling her to never forget it.
How could she,
When she is covered in all of the evidence?

She has her fathers chin,
On her mothers fragile face,
It's a feature that proves,
She's the result of her parents mistakes.

How dare they create a child,
When they are not in love.
They'll never truly understand,
Just what they've done.

They brought a confused girl into the world,
They taught her how to fake love,
Lying and telling her,
About the plan she was "apart of."

So they decide to put on an act,
A real amateur show,
That is never ending,
Or at least it seems to be so.

But this is the part,
Where the young girl catches on.
She realizes that her gut-instinct,
Was right all along.

It is not her fault,
For her foolish parents acts.
She is not the mistake,
So she faces the facts.

She pries the word "mistake",
Out from inside of her head,
Doing so she replaces it,
With other choice words instead.

I am the little girl,
I realized, I am not a mistake.
It was not my fault,
No matter what anyone has to say.

I am brilliant,
Young, and courageous,
Maybe at times I can be outrageous.

I am daring,
I am bold,
I will not crack nor will I fold.

I am nothing but perfect,
I am nothing but perfect,
I am nothing but perfect.
Just the way I am, I am perfect.

Perfect at being me, a girl who is not a mistake.