The Burden

The burdens run deep through my veins as though they are a congested highway during rush hour. I sit here next to myself in the mirror looking at the person that I have become and start wondering if this is what I have wanted for myself or is this the making of a person based off of what people expect of him. Either way, I gaze back into this image of a man that I do not recognize anymore. I wonder where the timeless youth has disappeared to. How can a person be a victim of their own reality?

Their life in front of them is running on full speed but yet they can't catch up. Holding back and not allowing myself to shine through this shell that has been created as though I am the man in the iron mask not being able to show my face to those who matter most. I am brought down fighting to get back up. What man is this? What man is under this shell that so desperately wants to break out and show the world that he exists but in the same breath can not fight the weight of his own demise?

Being told that he is not showing his full potential makes him think that there is hope after all but the fear of actually succeeding keeps him locked down not able to move. A prisoner of his own reality, the victim that is only hurting himself. Expectations, what are these expectations without the impact of actions? Does one not have to act upon expectations to gain results? Or does one simply create a cover of himself because of what he thinks people expect of him?

He screams for help, he begs for it with a muffled voice afraid to speak, afraid to say the wrong thing in fear of its not what people expect him to say. Living a life full of expectations is what creates the burdens. I guess it is time to stop living the life of expectations and start living the life for himself. Remove the mask, break the shell, shine through and let the rays of life beat upon the faces of the non-believers. This will prove the potential that this man has. This will prove that he is able to carry the burden and not be brought down.