All these expectations
of things I'm supposed to be--
how can I possibly please everyone,
and not let myself down?
Should I conform to their ideas,
of who I should really be?
Let them drive my life,
or I do what I know to be right for me?
"You're a senior this year--
you're supposed to be a leader.
"You're the oldest one of the kids--
your siblings are looking up to you."
"People will follow you because you're older."
But how can I lead
if I have no idea what I'm doing?
If my life is in shambles and I'm barely holding on?
How can I meet all these expectations
if I live day by day,
just hoping to make it to the next in one piece?
I can't meet this expectations--
I'm already falling apart.
YOU ARE READING
If You Knew Me
PoetryThese are the words that my fingers write and my heart cries when my mouth can't speak.