Great Expectations

Great Expectations You wanted me to be doctor But I turned out to be an infamous felon Raving the streets and committing crimes Am no longer the doctor you wanted me to be Not the puppet controlled by your strings And your great expectations You desired of you me principle But now am an abuser of power Defying the laws of Newton and the government Is there principle, if any, in that? Am no longer the magical button you push To save yourself from utter disgrace You wanted, desired and hoped For what seemed not intent to my persona Of no interest to my autonomy or “locker ghosts” You forced on me what you wanted the most And you quarreled, cursed and yelled Well, Quiet now! It’s my time, my moment The moment to embrace myself