THE ANSWER KEPT CHANGING | Expectations

I asked myself,

If I was good enough,

And over the years,

The answer kept changing.

Standing in a crowd,
Was I lost or found?
When I pondered over what it meant to belong,
The answer kept changing.

Even when silence was not comfortable at all,
And all I wanted to do was talk,
I wondered whether to express or not,
As the answer kept changing.

The answers changed with every step,
And I wondered why they changed at all,
I found the only reason was that,
My expectations kept changing.