What am I ?? some Alien?

Question of morals put up,
a doubt or a statement which I know not of,
pathetic efforts to prove my forte
all through the drains is what I can see,

Not an easy task to answer some,
when they be the kith and kin
someone whom you have looked up to all your life,
a question of confidence I think in despair!!

Flying through the castles of fantasy,
yearning to taste the success of glitz and glamour,
broken down part by part with the dynamite at my heart,
a set of morals is all they can say,
Of what!! screams inside my head.

Explanations offered seem stupid,
when understanding hits the rock bottom,
waves of comparisons with the world around,
"why can't you be like everyone else" they ask,
would that be me I think in disgust.

Individualism not encouraged,
in a perfect household of rules they got
shunning my dreams and my life,
I try living the life of the girl they seek.

The new millennium of old thoughts,
I can't be your perfect baby girl,
my whole life is there,
with that expecting look.

Detest and regret I shall feel
Don't I grab this opportunity,
rule-books can wait behind,
for their day of surprise and astonishment
Far is not the day of Success

Success that you can never know of!!