Sometiems I feel like people expect me to be a perfect angel.
I’m not sorry that I can’t reach your unreal expectations of me.
It’s hard when people think they can just walk all over you.
It’s even harder when you realize you let them walk over you.
I know when I ask for favors, sometimes, I’m softspoken.
That doesn’t make me or my request worth any less.
I’m still learning how to do what I need to.
I suppose I’ll learn to be louder.
I’m just fine with that.