A disappointment,

Someone who lives down expectations,

A disappointment,

Is that what I am?

It certainly seems so. 

I'm smart,

So I'm supposed to get good grades.

I'm crazy,

So I'm supposed to act like it.

I do neither of the two.

It's a neverending cycle

Of failure and disappointment,

And I'm trapped inside,

And I pray, and I hope, 

And I cry out to God

"When can I be free?!

What is my purpose?!"

And I wait and I wait and I wait some more

Looking for an answer that never comes.

And as I wait in agony, I begin to write,

Bleeding raw emotions that form words on a page,

Transcribed by the scribbles of pen and pencil,

The record of my heart.