Expectations
Something we are expected to fulfill from the minute we open our eyes it's that perfect plan of a perfect life for a perfect person but I'm not perfect so i'm useless we're expected to act a certain way to be a certain way to live a certain way people asked me why I'm so depressed or so anxious ,or what's so bothering it's standards expectations, it's what everyone wants me to do it's frustrating it's confusing it's agitating it's scary I'm told to change the world to make a difference but I'm expected to act, just like others so I'm sorry I can't be what I mean Because what's me ... is taken away from me :(
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