Poem 3

This is a poem about expectations and what they do to you. This is based off my personal experience with expectations.

The Real Me

I was the perfect child
Calm and controlled, never wild

I was going to be a doctor or scholar
I'd never have to live paycheck to paycheck or dollar to dollar

I'd be rolling in money
My life would be sweeter than honey

I was a straight A student
Prim, proper, prudent

Did they ever see what I actually did?
No, because it's what I hid

I never let them see the real me
I don't even know who they see

I, myself, don't know who I am
My whole life has always been a sham

I still get good grades, but my behavior is awful
I do whatever I feel like as long as it's not unlawful

I'd vandalize and steal if it was legal
All the while, I'm still acting regal

They wanted me to get fame
This is what I became

Someday I'll show what I feel
Someday I'll be 100 percent real

If anyone who's read any of my poems wants to know when I wrote them, I can tell you the dates. Also, thank you to OhSoInglorious for being so patient with me and for reminding me about these poems. ^^

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OhSoInglorious #1 Jan 2, 2018 22:04:49

It how parents already have a picture of what their child's life is going to look like. As if their child won't be allowed to dream on their own and decide for themselves what to do. I hope you can enjoy what you're doing whether you get to pick what to study and work with or not, and try to find something enjoyable in it!
Also, thank you for posting it, I really enjoy your poems I think they feel very well-thought out. Obviously I don't know how long it takes you to write them but to me it feels like they take some time and the perspective is similar as if you have been sitting outside a box and examined what was going on inside and later put to words. But that's just my take on it.
Anyways, getting off topic here, thank you for posting this ^^ I really enjoyed it.