We expect too much.
We expect to be loved too much,
cared too much.
I don't know why we hold such high expectations,
even though we know that we will be hurt
when those expectations won't reach as high as we won't them to.
It's so unrealistic and illogical.
It's scary and it's sad.
I wish we would be expect less,
maybe the world will then become a better place.
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Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
