Societal Standards

She dispatches a memory and lets it travel through an eternal wave 

The memories of what she once was stab her through her chest like an ache without relief 

Her world revolves around the outside perspective 

She can’t seem to find an escape 

As she constantly ruminates about the person she could possibly become

Her heart seems to skip a beat  

Her feelings are challenged and persuaded by expectations of her future 

Like the world around her is constantly evolving and she can’t keep up

She looks at her life with a filter of judgment

As others around her seem to thrive 

She can’t help but wonder where she went wrong 

Her love is masked by these standards as her mind twists and turns

Diving into a deep spiral about certain aspects of herself 

Trying to fit the mold of those around her 

Looking at herself through the eyes of the measuring tape 

And determining her worth based on the digits in front her 

The pressure digging into her back as the feeling of exhaustion increases

She wishes to be as good as the diamond hidden in the rough

She wishes to be living this life for herself 

Why can’t she just be content?

Why is the world pressing down on her 

Trying to get her closer to societies standards?

Suddenly everything she does is measured on a scale 

She’s trapped in an endless cycle of this or that 

Trying to choose between expectations over her reality 

Why is no one else feeling this way?

It’s as if her feelings are unmatched and she has found herself alone in this world

The world being built to make her a better person seems to be a thought of the past

Which is now taken over by a dark cloud of hopelessness 

She contemplates whether she will ever be good enough

Thinking about her true intentions with this life

Is her worth enough as it is?

That memory seems to recircle though her mind whenever she finds herself thinking about her future 

She's unsure of what she truly wants 

And she is unsure of her existence as a whole