My 99 Thoughts

Expectations

You tell me how I walk and how to breathe.

You watch my back and even tell me how to sneeze. You compare me to others I could never be. It's as if you can't accept that I am me.

We already live in a nation with impending hating. These people will hate me for whatever I do with no negotiation.

Eyes will be judging me even though we have no association. That's why I'll never understand why you have constant hating.

You're suppose to be on my side with no consultation, yet when you always have a hint of hesitation.

I should feel like I'm uplifted, I'm levitating, but instead you weigh me down with impossible expectations.

No conversations, just your hating.

Impossible comparisons knocking me down, I can't break through to be this better you you want because its guarded like a garrison.

You tell me how to walk and how to breathe.

Why aren't these things you let me learn by myself? Can't I be me?

I want to be free, but I don't want to let go, but the more you smother our flame the quicker I go.

Eventually your impossible expectations will melt away like the snow. I'll be free to go, but lost in realities translation because I never had a chance to find me and my own realistic expectations.

I hope you can see how you smother me and my free will, I'm trying to tell you just how I feel, but knowing you it'll never reach you, because it's just not your own will.