To expect of me
Is the death of me
For were my road part ways
With everything you ever dreamt of me
Shall be a let down
But never from my part
To expect of me
Is the birth of pressure
Thus leading to disappointment
Of which no achievement
No milestone or feat I have ever achieved
Will ever erase that face of shame
I am but a traveler in this world
My journey has not yet begun
Though I feel alot has been done
No mistakes I have made
For that would mean nothing I had learnt
But that shall stand to be corrected
I live my life like I do
But that is what I have learnt
I cannot change who I am
And I can also do nothing
About what I have done
Not even dare to say I am sorry
10/03/14
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