Expectations

Expectations
aren’t always fitting
in my mind I see it as if pieces
and as I pick apart my brain
I arrange the squishy pink parts
across the table
unable to match it up
the scissors weren’t sharp enough
the memories didn’t ink properly
with blotches
and missed pieces
with little coloring at all
and others filled of words
with missing letters
lack of punctuation
exclamations that died out
question marks that toppled over
because the answers
lost interest
and nothing lived up
to what I wanted
because all the pages
I had filled
with a longing
to be a spectacular author
and the reality
is just
that pinky squishy part
cannot live up
to the expectations
I put upon it.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina