ExpectationsA Poem by 1DisawsumYou expect me to follow your every rule, You expect me to agree with everything you say, Because you are bigger, better and stronger than me. You expect me to be as perfect as you were as a kid, Because my parents wanted me to be. But dear sister, haven't you had your fun already, Bossing me around and hitting me to get your way? Haven't you already had your joy You expect me to answer to your every question, Whether it be a personal or general one. yet when I ask you the same type of question, You reply with a glare and a condescending look. Is it because I deserve no respect, so you can treat me Any way you want to? Is it because I'm like an ugly duckling, An underdog, in this family? Or is it purely because you hate me, And so you can treat me like I'ma piece of dirt? I've been hurt and kicked so many times, why do you have to Add more? The scars are still stinging, the words still feel like A brick to my stomach. The cuts are still bleeding, my heart Is slowly beating now. Slower, and slower, and slower still. Until that one fateful day, where I will be seen no more, And you will soon realise, that I was not a toy to play with, I was never a toy. I was a human being, just like you, With one difference. I broke. You broke me into tiny pieces, And with no way to put me back together again. A shattered sheet Of glass, no superglue, no sticky tape, will ever be able to hold me In place. I am now too broken, broken beyond repair. Don't bother With me no more, as I have fixed myself with a razor and a bridge. Don't bother looking for me, as I'm sure you won't anyway. But just In case, you won't be able to find me. I'll be too far down into the Ocean, being eaten by sharks, or crushed into even smaller fragments By the forces of the depths deep down below. The blue water, my haven at last. Your expectations have ruined me, killed me. All that's left are pictures, memories. The remnants of my stay here on Earth. You'll find me in the depths of your despair.
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Added on June 5, 2014 Last Updated on June 5, 2014 Author1DisawsumSydney, New South Wales, AustraliaAboutI'm sitting here behind a screen, Writing about my past like I don't care. Like it's in the past, And I'll never go back there again. But the truth of the matter right now, Is that every secon.. more..Writing
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