By Pelican.
My gaze firmly glued to the spot,
my emotions running over the place,
my concentration unmoved like an assassin, about to take a shot.
Oh am afraid but the expression is not written on my face,
feeling the weight of expectation on my shoulder,
carrying the armour of hope like a gun to a soldier.
Oh but deep down am scared,
doubts creeping inside my head,
"am i good enough to win and take all three points?"
your trust, i Don't wanna disappoint.
So i hope you understand,
i am just a man,
am not perfect, not even close,
your camera of expectations fixed on me ,
You see me as a god,
but i see me as a fraud,
i hope you change your perception,
and stop seeing me as mr perfection,
cos am dying slowly, drowning in this sea of expectations.
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