*Note* Soooo it turns out poetry is a really good outlet. Wrote this last night. Hope you enjoy! *End Note*

Expectations

A grip like a vise

Slowly crushing you

They start-

A pebble

A rock

A boulder

An avalanche

Breaking you down

Here a little there a little

Bit by bit

Until you are broken

You want so badly to be enough

But it always feels like you’re never enough

And you spend so long trying so hard

You don’t realize

The one holding you back the most

Is

You