Expectations

You know what my problem is?
I don't have enough time to make everyone happy
Give me two more days a week
Maybe I can fit all these demands
liquidizing to pay expenses?
I don't even know what that means
But I promise you I am killing myself
trying to make it all O.K.
without knowing exactly how I do that
I got almost all the expenses taken away
Didn't I?
And I know I spend money on groceries
But I'll stop I swear
I'll eat nothing but carrots and air
Because this knot of stress in my stomach
fills me so much more than food can
But I wish you'd just stop before you speak
stop and see how hard we all try
stop and see the ropes that tie my limbs together
stretching me out until I rip apart
pouring out the expectations
that I store in my lungs
with every breath
until I am just an empty shell
nothing left except the question
"What do you want from me?"
And these words are the only things
holding me together
meshed in dark ink across my skin
screaming out 'hear me' to the strangers
walking past on streets
Hey People
I am tired of you telling me
what I should do
whats makes me successful
what makes me moral
what makes me acceptable to you
Because you don't know my story
And you don't get to fill me up
with expectations
until my fragile body can't handle the weight
so next time you want to sit
and tell me what's right
go ahead
I will open up my arms
and you can climb into my soul
try to find your space
in the crowd of people
trying to rip off the same piece as you