The hours run into days
The days drone into years.
When will I finish this endless race?
"You are going to succeed and do great"
"We all have such high expectations"
My family brims with pride.
Pressure increases and I am being eaten up from the inside.
I am drowning, slipping, twisting
In an endless ocean of stress.
When will they see that their praises are killing me?
To be or not to be
The perfect daughter
Or the free spirited wanderer.
The eloquent young lady
Or the sailor mouthed adolescent.
To disappoint or to succumb
To a role I have been unfairly assigned.
When will they understand that this isn't me?
I am more than intelligent words and straight A's.
I am a hurricane, a whirlwind of imperfections.
"Keep enduring, dont dawdle"
"Just focus on school and you will be rich"
But what about the richness of life?
To stay or to leave
The world I have grown so accustomed to.
Monotone idiosyncrasies of this life.
Stuck in a rhythm, I want to break free
I can't deal with the expectations looming over me.
So to be or not to be?
A question that was never posed to me.
I can no longer choose to be or not to be
Because for the rest of my life
I will be what is to be,
Which I have realized is not me.