Expectations, Damn It


I wonder why I only feel bad


most times, I feel okay

I can get through the rigors of the day

physically at ease, mentally bedridden

by incurable disease


I just don’t want to get out of bed

the light tells me it’s time to be led

by a brain I can’t quite saddle

most times

I’d rather appear deaf than a*******

but fuck, that doesn’t do any good

they’re all the same


sometimes is just that

sometimes, people hate your differences

but most times

people can accept them

sometimes, I give them a chance

but most times, I’m too afraid to try

I’ve been lied to before

and that’s not your fault

but that’s all I know


I wish I didn’t exist

to ruin your expectations of us


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