High ExpectationsA Poem by 1000sleepsSometimes it feels like I was born into a box. Everyday it gets smaller, and I'm not sure it'll ever stop.
Sometimes it feels like
I was born into a box. Everyday it gets smaller I'm not sure it'll ever stop. I was born into a cardboard box, full of other's high expectations, "maybe she'll be a doctor, a lawyer, or maybe just a wife" Everyday the box shrinks; I can feel the walls' suffocation. I push and I pull and I try but I just can't seem to get out. I fantasize about being free, so I can roam the Earth as I wish. So I can dream my own dreams, and live a life of my own volition. One day this old cardboard box, will give-way and free the dreamer, that's been living her whole life, in the shadow of a "winner".
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