Broken Beyond Repair

I hear insult,
             after insult,
and all it does is tear me down.
I'm so used to,
              being broken,
all I ever do is frown.

As my tears fall,
you just stand there,
and look down at me.

I always try to,
be so perfect.
I'm not perfect...
I'm not perfect...
No....
I'm not perfect.

I just end up with an insult,
and another bruise and scar that no one else can see,
I'm broken,
          yes, I'm broken.
Isn't that what you wanted me to be?