27 February 2013
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...
Expectations • Opuss № I