I probably should out this in the poetry part, but since my iPad won't allow me, here goes. This is a poem I wrote for a poetry project along with the art work.

Expectation

In disbelief I open my eyes and let my jaw drop slowly 
In one brief moment I realize I'm not the commander in chief
But..
The puppet holding on by a string
The harsh realization of society's expectation and I'm scared 
I'm quiet 
I open my mouth but the words
There are none 
I try to tremble and move on my own but societies hold is just too strong
They warned me, they did
I didn't listen, but why
You don't hear many people speak up, let out their battle cry 
I think to myself and I'm lost in my thought 
My words can make a difference 
Atleast..
That was my inference 
My existence 
The indifferent appearance of brilliance 
And I speak
So rigorous and even vigorous 
I speak
So loudly that if it doesn't break through the barriers of your thick skulls 
Then you just don't understand what it's like to be one of these culls 
I'm better than this as I reach for the knife 
I grasp it so tightly and I cut the strife 
The strings that once bound me from my own self growth 
Now lifelessly falling.. To the bottom of my oath 
No longer a puppet whose controlled by fear 
No longer a thing bound to societies expectations 
For I am a person no longer listening to these declarations
I'm a human being with no regulations