Expectations
I am simply a product of my history
Nothing more, nothing less.
My decisions were biased before my birth,
Parts of me they did suppress.
I cannot blame my ancestors,
For the know not the result.
If only they had even dreamed
That their actions would make such a strange adult.
For those who say that the blame must be shared,
Your foolhardiness makes me laugh.
For those who say that I am the sole master of my destiny,
You lack the whole; you see only half.
My story, like many others
Is mired in lousy choices and ill-advised ambition.
Their story, it seems
Has come to full fruition.
