My voice in a world full of panic (poetry)

The Line Of Expectations

The line of expectations,
Higher. Higher.
Always the ball,
Aiming to pass the line,
And shooting upwards,
Skimming it,
Before gravity tugs me away,

Like a fool I skin my knee,
Shadowing me,
is you,
Your hand is just out of reach,
As was the line,
Forever fading,
The glint of disappointment,
Scarring your eyes,
You say it doesn't matter,
But it does,
It eats at me,

For no matter how perfect my grades are,
Or how pretty I appear,
Or how polite I am,
It is all an act.

The line of expectations,
Disappearing once more,
Like a cycle I'll never relinquish,

Try.
Miss.
Hate.
Repeat.

Oh, I never will escape it.
The line of expectations.
Will soon consume me.