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I'm just me...
An expectation by royal decree,
Why should you ask for so much,
Knowing I could never please you as such?

Set the bar high
So I know my place
When you were wanting to die
I was left as nothing but a disgrace

Set the bar low
So I know your trust
When you were wanting to go
I was left to nothing but rust

Set the bar fair
So I know of chance
When you were wanting to be happy my dear
I was left as a puppet to dance

Set the bar high
So I know how it feels
When you were wanting to break down and cry
I was left alone as my heart reels

Set the bar low
So I know where to fall
When you were wanting answers I didnt know
I was left with nothing at all

Set the bar fair
So I know you love me
When you were wanting everything to be square
*I was left patiently waiting to see
I dont know... Im bad with ABAB and with rhymes. This is stupid...sorry
Kylie H Sep 2015
In sad songs and heartbroken poems
you always hear about the kids
who are told they won't make it.
That they will be nothing when they're old.
For once I want to hear something about the kids
who are told that they should be
and will be
everything.
Only to come to the realization
at 14,
that they can't do everything.
That sometimes,
you try, and you try, and you try,
but it's just not enough.
That sometimes,
you just can't do it.
Sometimes,
you're just not smart enough.
Sometimes,
you're just not quick enough.
Sometimes,
you just can't live up
to the expectations
that have been given to you
since you were born.
J Sep 2015
Despite moving to London
With life flying by,
Faster than it ever has,
I know that I am waiting for something,
Something or someone that will make my life worth while.

Expecting, makes my expectations
So much more than it should,
Yet I can't change the way I am,
So I will continue,
Forever waiting for you
Emily Sep 2015
Can't even finish a sentence
without being stressed
with every little thing I write
with every little math problem I solve
Because for some reason I can't do it right.

Can't even finish a thought
without being consumed
with all the anxiety
with all the fear
because for some reason they expect me to do it right.

Can't even finish a task
without being engulfed
with a headache
with a stomach ache
because now I'm not feeling right.

Can't even finish this poem
without being overwhelmed
with every little math problem
with all the anxiety
with a headache
All because I want to do it right.
Scarlet Niamh Sep 2015
I try so hard to change myself,
Yet it isn’t enough for you.

You force me and push me,
Yet when I bleed, it’s too much for you.

I can’t do what you wish of me,
Yet that’s not satisfaction enough for you.

I want you to stop,
*Is that too much to ask of you?
~~ Just... stop. Maybe then, I'll be able to breath again. ~~
Crooked Youth Sep 2015
If you havent earn't my respect.
Then you dont deserve my respect.

Why would YOU expect any otherwise?

I'm afraid that's just,
an unrealistic expectation,
to begin with.
No disrespect intended, how ironic?
Little Azaleah Aug 2015
Her smile turn to a frown,
The joy of her life turn sad.
She began to shatter,
Tears start to fall.
Their expectations were heavy,
Their words were sharp.
It was hard,
She had tried.


{ E.I }
Amenisia Lopez Aug 2015
Bippity boppity boo and they lived happily ever after
Sound familiar?
Every book, every movie - An expectation we hold on to

That all it takes is a wish on a star,
and your dreams will come true

That all you have to do is kiss a frog
and you’ll have your prince

That we could be saved
that we could be caught
every time we fall

Our happily ever after isn’t written
It is *
done

We can't expect to walk through life
without falling

Sometimes we are caught, sometimes we are picked up
But other times we rise

We rise from our fall
Not just merely blow on a dandelion
and watch mini seeds drift through the wind

or pluck out an eyelash
and let it fall delicately on the floor
Stealing our wishes with them

Lets get off the ground
full of dust and dirt
stand up
walk
and fly to the stars high above

Happily ever after is just one flight away
Learn to walk
**So that you can fly
Francie Lynch Aug 2015
Expectations were soaring

The invitation addressed:

Me and a Guest.

Expectations were tense.

The last suitcase labelled.

I shaved in my mirror.

Gave the shoes a black shine.

(Pulled back the flap,
Laid a grip on a bottle,
Gave it full throttle)

Expectations were high.

I saw the mailman

Wasn't far from my drive;

Still facing the northwind

The mailman

Walked by.

Expectations can lie.
Sammie Aug 2015
We grew up in an era changing
with technology and opportunities full
of growing suicidal thoughts and new perspectives
The struggle for independence
as self thought fills our minds
we ask how can we be ourselves
when everyone expects us to be
someone else
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