Unrealistic Expectations

Realistically, I was fine. On paper, everything was more than alright. I worked hard, and I technically was a big part of all the great things. I always wanted-- want--more. Man, isn't that the American way. Trying to plaster the smiles, the facade, is such a chore. They say it doesn't matter, WE'RE here. I don't think being loved back is too much too ask. They say I'm lucky, But all I can see is tails up.