I’m scared of expectation.
Who isn’t after all?
In a warm, pleasurable, sensation,
It carves a hot-blood messy wall.
Travelling to find the words I need,
To help me through this guilt of mine
That’s only a guilt because of the seed
That someone planted so it grew to a vine.
The tree of expectation
Isn’t something pretty,
It’s doom and temptation
And honestly just ******* ******
I’m scared of being judged, punished,
Of someone disappointed in me,
And all of these fears would be vanished
If it weren’t for this ******* tree.
And the tree grows,
Turning to fruits, sticks and leaves
And its roots already shows
As people feed off of its reliefs.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 7:06 PM UTC
I’m scared of expectation.
Who isn’t after all?
In a warm, pleasurable, sensation,
It carves a hot-blood messy wall.
Travelling to find the words I need,
To help me through this guilt of mine
That’s only a guilt because of the seed
That someone planted so it grew to a vine.
The tree of expectation
Isn’t something pretty,
It’s doom and temptation
And honestly just ******* ******
I’m scared of being judged, punished,
Of someone disappointed in me,
And all of these fears would be vanished
If it weren’t for this ******* tree.
And the tree grows,
Turning to fruits, sticks and leaves
And its roots already shows
As people feed off of its reliefs.
