Written with much emotion.
Shoulders tensed. Jaw clenched. Each day, I live with fear. My every move is calculated; I must learn not to speak my mind and only speak on the right moments. I must know when these moments occur so when I do voice out, my words would be spot-on, eloquent, and perfect. I must be careful not to offend anyone. I am always on my toes, careful not to make a wrong move, a miscalculated step. I have to keep in mind the consequences - that making mistakes meant I will not be worth it anymore, that I am now vulnerable to rejection, and eventually, people around me will now have the knowledge of my own incapabilities. An unchecked decision, move, and word could jeopardize and destroy the protective little bubble I have learned to love and call my home. I do not know which one is worse - bearing the world's massive expectations on me - what role I must play, what achievements I must make, what I must and must not do - or - carrying my own absurd expectations I dump unto myself? Bot...