Expectations — Summary

It's always 'Why aren't you studying?', Or 'Who are you texting?'. Is that all you can say? You could try 'Are you okay?', Or 'How are you?', Tell me how you'd feel if you were in my shoe.

Depression doesn't matter as long as my grades are high, And if they aren't, well, wish the phone goodbye.

New day same lecture, Sometimes I feel like a complete failure. Or should I say a dissapointment, Since I don't quite fit the daughter requirement.

Forcing me to be the child you want me to be, This really isn't helping with my anxiety. I'm already afraid of the future, More importantly I hope things get better sooner or later.

My mind is filled with so much and you want me to focus on school too? Are you sure this is for me or is it for you?

I know all you want is the best, But does it have to make me so stressed?

I'm sorry I couldn't be the child you wanted me to be, I really try, but I'm human you see.

I'll just go cry in the bathroom, come back out and say I'm okay, Hoping I can live up to your expectations someday.

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Meeka's "Expectations" is a teenage daughter's plea to be seen as a person, not just a student. She feels that every conversation with her parent comes down to studying and phone use, never to how she is actually doing. The simple rhymes make her frustration sound immediate, almost like she is finally saying aloud what she has kept bottled up. She mentions depression and anxiety, and suggests that her struggles count for little as long as her grades stay high.

What makes the poem moving is its mix of anger and guilt. She questions whether the pressure is for her sake or her parent's, yet she also admits "I know all you want is the best" and apologizes for falling short. By the end, the mood is tired and quietly sad. She hides her tears in the bathroom, comes out saying she's fine, and still hopes to meet expectations someday. That final image shows how lonely it feels to carry stress nobody asks about.

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