After you’ve read all my tales,
I am sorry we should meet like this,
When I am in a grey kind of state,
Trying too hard to be too many things
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I am sorry that I, too, can cry
That I fail, disappoint, loose, dispair;
That, in fact, I am not at all brave,
And not beautiful, unique or wise
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I am sorry that my moods change fast,
When, like now, black doubts overwhelm me;
I am sorry I can’t bring my lips
To smile for you, who came far to see
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Someone you thought you liked because
On a good day she was good with words
I am sorry for mishaps to others for which I may have been the cause but not for not living up to anyone’s expectations of me except my own.
It is always a shame I think, to be perceived as ‘underwhelming’. However, our expectations of others – especially, if they have in any way distinguished themselves – are often even more unrealistic even than of ourselves.
I guess I refuse to accept the blame for someone else’s expectations…you are who you are….wonderful in the eyes that count.
Of course, there’s no need to ‘accept the blame’ for failing to meet someone’s expectations. Nevertheless, I believe it is hard not to feel, perhaps, just a little disappointed in oneself when somebody else is – whether it is for a good reason or not.