I am trapped in the prison of your expectations

I can not be me because I am the me you want me to be

And I can see how that's confusing,  for I'm still attempting to wrap my head around the whirlwinds that is your perception of me.

I don't want to be drowned out by you. I just want to be me. But what if I'm not the me you want me to be?

Am I still even myself? Will I still have you? Will you still look at me with those eyes when you realise the me that I was all along never was that girl you first met at that party?

I'm broken,  I'm destruction, I'm fire,  I'm pain,  I'm tragic,  I'm corrosive,  I'm hurt,  I'm

Me

So I ask again,  are you sure you know who I am, or just who I am to you?