A Poem of Realizations
What is this looming crisis I sense ahead
Almost like, like I feel like I'm being misled.
But misled by who, by what, and where.
Oh my gosh this is more than I can bear.
My expectations are built, I made sure I took them from other people.
People I call family, friends, and strangers even.
I made it my mission I made it my goal,
To live out these expectations so I could be whole.
But what are expectations, is it something I'm supposed to do?
Who determines what I should achieve is it me or is it you?
See this is the crisis I mentioned earlier!
No identity for me and no real vernacular.
No understanding of self but deciding what I should do,
based on external reinforcement and not internal truths.
If only I could've...NO stop we're changing our mind!
What is it I want from life? It is me I need to find.
Now I get it, so I'm gonna move accordingly.
I'll reframe my expectations and live rewardingly.