Expectations will be the death of me.
From day one we are told what is expected
Of us.
Go to school, make good grades,
You just have to be the best.
We put our fate into the control of others
And anticipate to be judged.
Defined by grades and numbers,
Forever believing we are not good enough
Because our priorities do not match others
Expectations.
We are expected to plan out our entire
Future without even having to view
What's beyond that boarder.
How could we see pass that boarder?
When there is something hindering us.
Is it something or somebody?
Maybe our self critic.
There was a man who created art
His name was van vough
He created a girl named...
She was seen us ugly.
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His masterpiece was always beautiful,
This one in particular was not.
It had to live up to be plentiful,
To accept what was alike.
Expected to live life happy,
Even when you cant stop the tears.
your self critic is unhappy,
You are your own fears.
His expectations were greater,
The strokes of his brush was so graceful.
Patience was the key.
Gentleness was the focus.
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