Expectation and Demise

Expectation and demise

Two concepts that go hand in hand.

One is born from love and hope,

The other from the victim's hands.

Let’s not forget perfection,

The mother of this troublesome union.

The one the victim worships,

The one no one blames when things get out of hand.

You must showcase valour

When facing the great and untouchable mother.

You must become the embodiment

Of every wish ever made by any human being.

To the simple eye, you must appear to be a god,

For only then will she give you any thought.

But to achieve this unrealistic god-like status,

You must don a mask bestowed by the ones who matter,

And the ones who don’t.

And should that mask begin to suffocate you,

You must still wear it with pride,

Or else the great mother perfection

Won’t turn the tide.

You may experience insanity,

You may lie with dishonesty,

But that is okay.

You may court isolation,

And choke on your desolation,

But that is okay.

Just play the game and you’ll be fine.

Don’t break the mask, let it become your face.

For if the mask shatters,

There will be nowhere to hide;

And to every party, a mountain of hurt

As the truth reveals all of the lies.

Because that’s how the story goes,

Of expectations and demise.

-A.N.L

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