Expectations Poem by James Tipp

Looking in the mirror I see what others see
The image comes loaded with expectations.
They have made up their mind as to who I am
What I am and how I will have my being.
Overlaid with a thousand role models
They never knew, but rather made.
I am covered in their perceptions
The mirror image is only that
A reflection of the outside, superficial.
Inside looking out I shudder, groan.
The me who God called is trapped
Inside the expectations and dreams of others.
How do I fight the urge to run, escape
This ongoing turmoil of deception.
Like all before me my weakness’ cry out
My failures stark and real this side of my eyes
But God has chosen, called and will equip
Despite their expectations, he knows
Loves and speaks, no escape is possible
As the Jonahs of this world discover.