I hate that i have to hide who i am

In front of one person

can’t dye my hair

or wear what i like

Can’t do my makeup just right

My parents dont care

How I express myself

They would let me dye my hair

If just this one person would stay quiet

My parents dont care

If I shop in the men’s section

Or wear baggy clothes

But one person does

Its not ladylike apparently

My parents dont care

How much jewelry I wear

But to one person

Its just too much

My parents dont care

If I wear eyeliner

Or blue mascara

Just not in front of

This one person

I love this person don’t get me wrong

But To him I can never come out

To him I am perfect

To him I have to stay perfect

I mask in front of him

I pretend i don’t like girls in front of him

I hide my breakdowns in front of him

I don’t express myself in front of him

Because i have to stay

His perfect little princess

His perfect firstborn granddaughter