Mold

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    Mold

    Everyone wants to mold me into who they want me to be:
    1. The Media-wants be to be flawlwss,dainty,thin,perfect skin,perfect hair
    2. My Family-successful without any downfalls or stumbling along the way
    3. Friends- always present for them through thick and thin,listening ear but rarely present for my falls
    4.Professors-to be the perfect student,ace tests,complete assignments on time.
    5. Opposite sex:Slim body,perfect laugh,loyal,always present 
    6.Boss:precise employee,always on time,no complaints

    Don't all these people know I am human?
    I can only be one me at a time.Not all 6 all the time.
    Whose expectations do I meet?
    Mine or theirs?
    When will the satisfaction set in  

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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