Expectations of a broken soul.

Why does everyone expect so much of me.
I am not perfect and never will I be.
How much longer must I withstand this amounting pressure.
It seems like the world is being placed upon my shoulders.
I cant go on.

There are days when I feel like crying.
But those days pass and I'm left feeling as empty as before.
I know I cant be daddy's little girl forever.
But I dont wanna relinquish my title.
I was born first, mind you.

Her side is where everyone is on.
I am left standing alone with my judgement.
Your failing attempt to decipher my mind is exactly what it is.
A complete failure.
What will tommorow amount to?
Only God knows.
But as they all say,
Que sera, sera.


Another lonely day without you.