The death of me

Bitterness eats away from your soul 

As I fail to reach them 

Reach the versions of me 

That you want to put high 

High on a pedestal 

For everyone to see 

You don't know about 

The reality of this situation 

You are blinded by the vision 

Of the sun shining behind my back 

As I have raised above all 

of the expectations 

I've climbed too high 

For you to be able to 

Drag me down 

On top of this mountain 

I can clearly see

The death of the versions of me 

that you want me to be 

Because I will forever fight and strive 

To be anything but chained down

By someone's vague 

Expectations of me

Reviews

[Onlyme]

Wow, this really is a superb poem. About someone, clearly not excepting you for you. But having a vision in their own head about who and how you should be and also thinking that is the reality of who you are. When in fact you are far from that. Treating you like an idol when in fact your just a human being. That has swollen up to be a superstar. And made you feel so uncomfortable and awkward with who you really are inside and out.