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.
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