She looked at me with disappointment
What did I do wrong I thought
Oh I didn’t wear the clothes you got me
Nor the pearls that you bought

For I am me
And you are you
Let me dress myself
And let yourself dress you

I like the plaid, the shirt, the jeans
But you always have to make a scene

“That’s not very lady-like” you always use to say
Growing up, being myself was never to your dismay

So as I grew up and matured,
I had to stop being myself--
Acting like a nerd

I changed my clothes, I changed my looks
I changed the movies and the books

Now every time you see me you say

“My beautiful girl”
But deep down inside me my stomach starts to twirl

I know this isn’t who I am, nor who I want to be
But once this weekend is over with you, I can go back to being me

So I sit there through the dinner
Trying to fit in
Everything is perfect
Even my positive attitude and grin

Always stuck between what’s proper
I struggle to be the good granddaughter

The one they always dreamed of
The one they always knew
The one they sent the flowers to
Whenever “she” got the flu

Sometimes decisions were a challenge
Stuck between wrong and right
Like the appropriate fork to use
For specific meals towards the night

Even though it’s hard at times
And I have to pretend that it is not
I sit there with a smile on my face
To prove to you I’m bought