Expectations

You ask of me, expectations that I cannot reach,
For all I can offer you are these words,
In which I hope will somehow teach.

You tell me I have potential,
But mother I want to make a change.
For I’m still adapting to this place called life,
In which everything still seems strange.

You tell me my writing is amazing,
It could somehow get me paid.
But mother I’m not asking for money,
I’m just trying to find my way.

Things may not seem so perfect now,
And I may not have the best.
But mother for once let me be me,
And I’m sure I’ll pass your test.

This poem may not be astounding,
Nor live up to your expectations.
This is just the way I’m feeling mom,
A simple explaination.

That I cannot be,
Everything you’ve hoped for.
But mother I promise before I die,
I will be all of that and more…