Expectations

I feel like I'm holding more than I can carry,

I feel like everyday a new expectation of what my life should be is laid down on me.

Through all this, I try to be everything you want me to be.

Through all this, I carry my head high and fake a smile,

Though I'm hurting from all the weight.

Hoping expectations can stop being made before it's too late.

These expectations just fill me with self-hate.