Disappointment.
Defining me as a whole-
As I stand here before you,
Waiting for the sorrow to empty my soul.
You see me as more than I am,
And you look down upon my efforts,
Defining me as a whole.
You expect too much of me.
Therefore the cause is all but lost,
Waiting for the sorrow to empty my soul.
I am sorry for not being good enough.
It is too terrible a thing to only be me,
Defining me as a whole.
I am traumatically pushed to be beyond myself.
And for this I elapse into me thoughts,
Waiting for the sorrow to empty my soul.
I wait in this sorrow,
And you hold my being between loose fingers-
Defining me as a whole,
Waiting for the sorrow to empty my soul.