Expectations Poem by Tosya Glatt

Expectations



Your expectations they are so high
They overcome me
You make me a thing
And not a real person
You have made me out to look like a slave for years
And I tell you its kind of getting sickening
When can I be Tosya
A real person that I am
I wish the games would stop
All the lying and the bullshit
But I guess for you all Ill ever be is a game that’s fun to play

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