Expectations Poem by William Williams

So much has gone wrong,
I've made so many mistakes,
And every corner I turn,
More slap me in the face.

I need an escape,
An escape from this ride
Cause my life is an ocean,
And I'm trapped in the tides.

My pleas go unheard,
And there's nowhere to go,
While my soul is stuck fighting,
These strong undertows.

But I'm growing so weary,
And running out of breath,
Perhaps if I let myself drown,
I can finally rest.

Should I give up this struggle?
Accept this as my end.
Would it be so wrong,
For me to give in?

Or must I drag on,
In this frozen land,
While my heart stays so cold,
And I keep empty hands.

Is there anything for me,
In this land of hurt?
Can I truly measure up,
To anything of worth?

I've been so weighed down,
With comments of what I can be,
But all I really want,
Is for my soul to be free,

I don't want to work,
And I don't want rewards,
I just want to be a part,
Of the world in which I was born,

It just seems so wrong,
It seems that if I am to gain,
Then someone somewhere,
Must endure such great pain.

But how can I gain,
If someone must lose,
That's not what I want.
It's not the life I would choose.

Perhaps its my fate,
To be here alone,
Maybe I'm the only one,
That can mend my soul.

Maybe I should give up,
Let the water take my breath,
As the weight holds me on the bottom,
I can finally get my rest.

Can that really be held against
One as weak as me?
When all that I want,
Is my soul to be free.