Too Much Is Expected
by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Given life to breathe,
Is born with a cold heart.
Beating with a rhythm,
That is ready to freeze.
Should be expected,
To show warmth and love.
If none has been surrounding one...
Or shown to one how that's addressed.
No child learning to crawl, walk and talk.
Grows into an adult...
Prepared with maturity.
Or an accountability.
If no examples of that were ever there!
How is one expected to become aware?
Too much is expected.
From those who have been neglected.
And too much for too long goes undenied...
By one feeling insecure and desperate inside.
With no one to confide in...
From a shattering that goes on alone.
And kept condoned to grow unknown outside.