My first ever written poem.

“Expectation”

Their expectation is too high.
Higher than a mountain.
Their expectation is too deep.
Deeper than an ocean.

They are expecting on me too much.
That I can do everything they think.
That I can move a mountain.
That I can reach the sky.

This makes me feel weak.
My energy got drain.
My mind shutdown.
My whole body is paralyze.

Can I rest a bit?
Can I rest my body, mind, & soul?
Am I not capable of being tired?
Am I not allowed to feel that way?

This whole situation is killing me.
To the point that I see myself hanging.
Oh! Should I do that? Should I?
Screw you, Expectation!