The Perfect Girl

I don't quite understand,
what you want me to say.
I've spent endless months searching,
for the meaning you're trying to convey.

What do you want from me?
Just cut to the chase.
I'm not the perfect girlfrirend,
and I probably won't make the pain go away.

I have a raging temper,
and I don't clean up after myself.
I tend to run away,
when I don't know the right thing to say.

I listen to whiney songs,
and write bad poetry.
I like romance books,
and I secretly care about how people look.

I am selfish and vain,
bitter because of the past's pain.
I don't have anything to believe in,
and I might possibly be insane.

I don't trust a living soul;
except for my cat.
Usually I'm a liar.
Have I scared you off yet?

I don't know what "love" means,
or have a shoulder to lean on.
I am pathetic and clingy,
and have no grasp on reality.

I tend to rant and rave,
sometimes I even misbehave.
I care about what others think,
despite what you may believe.

I don't know what I'm doing,
I don't know who I am.
And unfortunately I don't think I can ever be,
the perfect girl you think I am.