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Expectation

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From time and time again
you proceed to state
how you expect more from me,
how you expect me to reach
such high expectations,
and how you know that I have
that potential to do so.

Yet, I don't know how or why
you proceed to tell me.
Because when I look at myself
I see nothing but a failure.
Absolutely nothing but a failure.

Because, you can give me a day,
you can give me a week,
or perhaps give me a month,
and I'll study until my brain hurts.
But, Like I have before in the past
I will just end up failing you
and your expectation of me.

So, why do you keep telling me that I can
when all I seem to do is fail you
and your greatest expectations?

expectationlifefailsucceed

◄ All I'll be is me

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