Poeticcharmer

Expectations

Running from myself, afraid of what I'd find,
Confused by the expectations, floating around my mind.

But how can I produce 100, when my capacity allows 79?
My achievements may seem average, but in the end, they're all mine.

I'm on a wrecked cruise ship that's burning,
Either way, it will lead to my demise,

Whether it is by the flames of expectations, or by the disappointments of my lies.

Now I'm stuck on this lifeboat, carried by the drifting seas,
Hoping my future will be decided as one of good deeds.

Trying to find my purpose, don't know what I want to be,
I know what Im interested in, but it doesn't allow me to be me.

I don't usually receive it so I don't ask for help,
Because no one can hurt me, like I hurt myself.

Pushing to exceed the standards, because meeting them is not good enough,

The burden makes me want to cry, even that task is tough.

Shoot for the moon, if you miss, you'll land among the stars;
But I can barely jump from off the ground and all I've collected are scars.

Expectations- I keep it trapped inside,
But it always finds a way to the surface.

Can't allow it to gauge my actions but it always survives,
You can't expect me to be perfect.

Block it out my consciousness, hoping it dies,
What did I do to deserve this?

My conclusion- you'll never be good enough, so don't aim to be,
Just live your life and aim to be free.

Do whatever makes you happy, and bring your mind some peace,
Disregard expectations, remember over Gaston; Beauty chose Beast.

~Tremar Ivey~