Amidst the pressure

Pressure in a crowded mind A test where rest is hard to find The guilt that comes with procrastination , Leads me to kill my imagination . “Be the best”, they say. But do they know The pain I suffer each day I grow They see the grades, the smiles , the light But do they see the fright I fight each night. Pressure is all they give , But it’s so hard to live Within the calls of my heart, Urging me to restart, Restart with what I want to do, Instead of being so timid and blue , I want to get lost where the children run, Trade all my worries for some fun. Amidst the pressure I will find my path, And not worry about the aftermath I will run to where I belong, Where being the imperfect me is not wrong.