I always set the bar too low for people,
as if to not get too broken when things don't work out,
but then I continue to raise the bar when it comes to me,
Setting it too high like placing my desires out of reach,
I raise myself to hold past the max of promises,
past the max I can take in my world,

I never understood why,
I thought it was smart to set my bar so high,
It keeps me from flying,
but sometimes I grab some air,
and then once I get going,
I am soaring,
until I hit the bar,
and the only soaring left to find,
is soaring down below,
getting father away from where I began,

Why do we have to fall so hard,
why do we believe we can do all these wonderful things,
when we cant even do the little things,
when sitting up in bed,
is the hardest part of my day,
and I am not praised by you or even me,
on the days I can do it on my own,
without the force of others making me do it,

that the thing I hate the most,
when your pushed so far,
when your not ready to do it,
when your not ready to move on up,
how come others expect so much for you,
when you ask for so little from them,
what gives them that right,
to put you up so ******* high,
that your never going to meet their standards,
not even half way,
what then?

Isolation creeps in,
and you shut out who you can,
and sometimes your never ready to start again,
but sometimes,
you manage to get up just enough,
as you grab the bar,
and pull yourself up,
and the bar will fall down,
to meet you at the bottom,
and help you re work your way up there.