Expectations, A Bundle Of Expectations... Poem by Anika .

Most individuals, as I have noticed, in pleasure and strife
Are always expected too much from life
They try to fly set free
But collapse because the society disagrees
They wine and whimper and condemn
Because life isn't always partial to them

A memory that's trying to repair
A thing that they try to share
A smile on their face is what's supposed from their society
Unknowing about their stress, expectations and anxiety
What are we, what are they, a bundle of expectations?
A bundle of expectations with complications and limitations.

When they are surrounded by a life that treats them roughly
They ought to believe that the society is acting gruffly
An expectation of support is all that a kid has
But he should've known that his parents had some other plans
A doctor or an engineer is all they want from their child
But can't my career be sometimes defined?

I expected I will receive care
But is my passion something I shouldn't share?
I expected that we both will be good throughout
But my parents had their expectations without a doubt
I expected that they will feel pity for me
But never did I expect them to not let me fly free

Now life is what I view, it means happiness, pleasure, and pain
A kid that's suffered all, laughter, sunshine, and cries of the rain
I know that the truth hurts
But can the truth be any worse?
Worse, than a bundle of expectations...

-Anika