Expectations

What is it that you expect from me?

You question me incredulously

Empathy? Support?

 A shoulder to cry on?

Frustration oozing from your voice;

Powerless to retort

I stare back,

Wanting to scream 

Instead asking you silently

Pleading with you

My friend, philosopher and guide

What is your contribution in

Turning me into

The impotent zombie I am today?

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