Expectations

What is even life?

What is the point 

Of the multitude of troubles

Of the many problems

We face each day

Of the brunt of the expectations

Thrust upon our poor souls each day

Each hour, each minute

“Do this, achieve that

What good are you, if not for the rat race

That everyone invariably is a part of?”

Break free, shatter through

You don’t need to be 

What they never could

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