what about us?

They say that you're free to be whatever you want,

but what about the rest of us?

Us who have someone else's

hopes, wishes, and dreams

riding on our backs?

Which crush us like the weight of the whole world

upon our shoulders.

Pressure To Do.

To Be.

To carry out someone else's plan for our lives.

What about us?

 

Well, technically we can be what we want to be.

But we never will.

Because we do what we need to fulfill someone else's dreams.

And we live with these choices,

never truly happy with ourselves.

We feel cheated;

We feel lied to;

because we will never be who we so desperately want to be

even though we had the chance.

 

Either that or we keep on

going,

going,

going,

until the pressure

squishes us

like

ants.