I am not the person you expected me to be
I wonder if you will ever be proud
I hear what you say when I leave
I see the disappointment in your eyes
I want to show you I can
I am not the person you expected me to be
I pretend I am happy
I feel empty in your place
I touch your footsteps with a motionless stead
I worry what you think
I cry for what you think of me
I am not who you expected me to be
I understand I fell short of your horizon
I say I tried my best
I dream of the day I make you proud
I try to climb to your seat
I hope I don’t remain in your shadow
I am not who you expected me to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great use of repetition and I am almost certain many others can relate to this lovely poem!