He whistled; "There goes the bride," as blood and tears streamed down his face
We're a nation doomed to damnation, thanks to expectations
Preconceived notions of what we should be, we can not live up to
For we're a people of individuality, and like that of a snowflake we will forever be different from one another, no matter the similarities we may share
People expect, and expect, and expect, and expect
People expect a little too much, if someone asked me
But they didn't, and they didn't expect me to say this, either
Expectations are horrendous things
People have unwanted pressure put onto their shoulders, trying to meet what's expected of them and rise above the preconceived ideals set out for them
It can make a person want to scream and cry and hurt until they can't scream and cry and hurt no longer
Like that the bride who ran from her wedding, a wedding where if she stayed she'd have had to have married a man she felt no love for, are we a people similar
In the moment of it all, when we've all eyes on us, do we snap and say "No longer!"
We're crazed when we do
With insanity in our eyes, an insanity of blazing wrath or drowning sorrow, do we show those expecting what we think of their preconceived notions and pre-planned ideals
So much unwanted pressure, so much trying, and faking, and failing, it's a wonder why some haven't snapped earlier on in their lifetimes
I'm surprised people haven't figured it out by now
You make plans, God laughs in your face
I like how you write in a stream of consciousness style. Difficult to read until you adjust to the thoughts.
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