You expect me
To live up
To the highest,
Most impossible goals
That you've set for me.

So I struggle,
My anxiety doubles,
And, sometimes,
My rage bubbles.

Yet whether I achieve
Your delirious expectations
Or not,
Either way,
At the end of the day
You still love me.

***

I usually post the daily poem at around midnight or just a few hours past, so I'm like 12 hours behind today.

8/25/2017