Expectations

I feel so weighed down by everyone else's expectations
They expect me to be feminine and pretty,
when that's just not me,
they expect me to shave my legs and stay thin,
to fix my hair and put on make-up,
to spend money I don't have on brand names I don't care about,
why should I give my hard-earned cash to some rich designer who's done nothing for me?
They expect me to have a smile on my face 24/7,
yet give me nothing to smile about,
somehow my being female is highly offensive
when it's not topped off with a smile
and a nice rack,
so sorry I can't play bimbo for you,
I'm not going to giggle at jokes that aren't even funny,
if that's what you want go to H**ters or something,
the "pay off" I would get
isn't even worth the effort,
I'm expected to be a master chef,
and keep a spotless home on top of my own pursuits
but no one can tell me where I'm supposed to get the time and energy,
and on top of the exhaustion I'm supposed to keep a perfect, pleasant attitude at all times
There aren't anti-depressants enough in the world
to make me into this perfect, Stepford wife
that the world demands I be
I'm much more concerned with what I want:
I want to always be improving on myself,
I want to learn as much as I can,
I want to know why things are the way they are,
and how to make positive change,
I want to find people who think like I do,
who appreciate all I do for them,
and who do nice things in return,
I want to play the guitar and sing,
to be able to spend time with the ones I love,
I want to speak my mind without being called a b!tch,
but most of all I want to be me,
and I want that to be enough