Expectations Note

Do better, do better, do better

I see four walls, four corners,

they move closer and closer and closer and closer,

A pale gray, as bland and solid as cement,

they move closer and closer and closer and closer,

They are crushing me. 

Do better, do better, do better

I see and I feel the people;

Their beady black eyes are fixated on me

their mouths mutter and mumble at me but I can’t hear it,

their disappointment and disgust is coated in a sickening pity,

It’s so visible, I don’t need to hear. 

Do better, do better, do better

They wait for me to cower and crumble

under the indefinite watch of their eyes

under the weight of their words

and these walls

these walls

these walls

these walls

these walls

Do better, do better, do better