The Shoes of Expectation

I wake up, and do my morning chores, but before I leave home, I put on my shoes. The shoes of expectation. Every where I go, I must look, I must act, i must be what they want me to be. Although they are just shoes... they are a prison to me.

(Author's note: this happens everyday. Whether it's at school, or at work. I know that you have felt this before.)