Expectations make me,
To them I am a mould,
A piece of dough to take and shape,
To have and then to hold.
Expectations crush me,
I'm what they make of me,
I'm caged into their rash ideals,
With not-so-far to see
Expectations use me,
I'm a pawn in my own game,
Rebellion is but a dream,
I'll never be the same.
Oh, so many people,
They all expect so much,
I just want a life which I
Can indefinitely clutch...
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There's a better man in me. Fighting to come out. He doesn't like what others see. A vision of hate and doubt. He's the one with all the joy. He's the one that laughs.
Why. Why is it so hard to understand. You all have had it happen to you. So then why when it comes to me you find it so hard to comprehend. Why should I be any different.
I put a brave face on for you all to see. The smiling polite young man expected of me. Can't you see my eyes don't smile at you anymore. Filled with a pain of betrayal they look to the floor.
I see her only because we are standing face to face. I stare at her and she stares back with the same eyes, But I do not know her.
I remember this is how I felt as a teenager trying to fit in.... I feel confined, trapped and hating these god damn lies.
Hug a neighbor, Or start a fight. Go to bed early, Or stay up all night. Eat healthy, Or drink underaged. Live in peace, or get enraged. Do what you want, It could be good.
12 years ago everything was simple. Everything was easy. No tears, no pain. No worries about what people will think, no worries about what people will see.
16+ curse words lol you'll read anyway but whatever there's my warning.
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