Expectations

What do you do
When the expectation of you
The one we believe to be true
Just hasn’t happened

The real me
Not the one you or I wants me to be 
Begs to be free but is
Trapped in a manufactured frame

Made from your expectations and mine
Like strings or a vine 
From here to way up high they wind
Unattainable

Sadly the converse is true
I have expectations of you
An image, a vision, I’ve made up from the blue
Yet, you disappoint 

The best thing I know
Is to give up the show
Let our image form true to how the wind may blow
But it won’t work out.. 
I have expectations.