Expectations

You want me to live up your ideals.

For me to get married and have kids.

All the while being what you want me to be.

For me to be normal,

You’re normal.

What about my ideals?

My goals?

My normal!?

No way, you call me a weirdo.

A freak. A… Whatever.

Well just so you know,

I am a freak.

Mind, body and soul.

I am different.

But aren’t we all!?

I won’t conform,

Will these formalities.

That you perform.

I WILL REBEL.

With your fucked up,

Expectations.

Of myself.

By IDT.