Though you see nothing of what I am feeling
I accept that you do not understand
Your differences have blinded you from seeing
But you must let me alone withstand
Sometimes you perceive what others cannot
And you comfort me as well as you can
Other times I am left troubled and distraught
Gone unnoticed and feeling letdown
So much is expected that I can’t give
Try as I might I can’t be what you weren’t
It hurts so much at times I cannot live
If only someone could decrease this hurt
I am not what you’re expecting of me
An image of what you wanted to be
expectation
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Labels: Poetry
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