Expected for birth,
Expected for growth,
Expected to walk,
Expected to know.
An expectation that this is our lives,
An expectation to fall in line,
An expectation that this is all fine,
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Expected until we die.
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This is a poem I made about the everyday pressures put on us by society that can lead to numerous psychological problems which drives many to suicide.
True! And if you don’t kill yourself your born in diapers then die in diapers! it’s a vicious cycle!
Sometimes without getting out of diapers.
I expected to know what to expect, but that one never really pans out how you’d think.
This is a nice poem xD I found enjoyment in it.
I, for one, expect nothing and I’m still disappointed…
I was expecting that. 😛