Perfection

I know I'm not perfect. 
I know I never will be. 
I'm sorry for the s*** I've caused.
So why do they still judge me?

I'm a good kid, I really am. 
Please stop hating me. 
Hating on me. 
I'm doing the best I can. 

My past is my past. 
Things change. People change. 
Don't you see? Don't u understand me?

I wish I didn't have to be so scared. 
But I am. I feel the dislike towards me. 
I'm sorry that they hate me. 

Im not the girl I used to be. 
Young, blind, stupid. 
I know I'm not perfect. 
And I'm sorry I never will be.