About a few years ago a little girl was born.

It didn't take long for people to want things from her.

As a baby she was expected to be social and loud.

She was quiet and hated being around crowds.

As a toddler she was expected to like barbies and dolls.

She ignored them completely.

As a child she was expected to make friends easily and follow the crowd.

She made her own decisions and was always alone.

As she grew older she began to have even more expectations pressed upon her.

Sit like a lady. You have to have the best grades. You must be a goody two shoes. You have to be like everyone else if you want to fit in. Go out with your friends. Be beautiful. You will go to college and get the best degree. You will have the best paying job. You will be what we want you to be.

She began to follow these expectations to make the people around her happy.

She began to play music like her parents had told her.

She began to have friends to fit in.

She began to work hard for her grades and be the best like she was expected.

Yet... she was never truly happy.

She was never passionate about music.

She never felt close to her supposed friends.

She hated the pressure of having to have perfect grades.

She was living how others wanted.

Yet if she ever did what she wanted...

"She's so weird."
"Loner."
"Nerd."
"Dumb."
"What happened to her."
"She used to be so perfect."

And when she follows her expectations...

"She's trying too hard."
"She thinks she's better than us."
"Teachers pet."
"She's still not good enough."
"She should stop trying to be perfect she'll never get there."

Nothing is ever good enough.

One day she began to realise that it didn't matter.

It was her life and she was the one who was going to die at the end of it.

She didn't need to try so hard to be perfect.

She started to do things that she liked.

She started reading and writing.

She started dancing to her hearts content.

She started to walk alone.

She kept up her grades and didn't stress if they weren't perfect.

And she was content yet she felt as if she was missing something.

Once she became a teenager, she started to notice the couple's walking around. She began to read more romance books.

She began to get crushes.

She was a hopeless romantic.

Yet her mindset from before came back.

"I have to make others happy."

One day she met some people whom she enjoyed being with and they became her friends.

She never shared her thoughts with them though.

She found out that one of her friends liked the boy she had a crush on.

She didn't know what to do besides make others happy.

"Umm do you like him too?"

She responded with pain in her heart, "Of course I don't. He's all yours."

She went home to her room and thought for a long while.

She was in the quiet. She was alone just how she liked.

She suddenly felt her cheeks get wet with warm liquid.

She was crying.

She was lonely.

Nothing was exciting anymore.

She craved love so deeply it hurt.

She would just have to wait a little longer for her story to continue.

In the meantime she spent her days writing, reading, and dancing.

Dancing her emotions out.

Reading her dreams.

Writing her thoughts and stories for others to read and enjoy.

She would just have to wait.