Pressure
Sometimes the air just lifts me off my feet and throws me everywhere. Just little
pieces of me floating away into space and there's nothing I can do but give in to
everything at once. This is what happens when pressure starts to come and I
can't concentrate. My head gets cloudy and full. All I need is an escape. Some
way to relieve all the stress. I will forever have an addiction to wanting peace.
Something so unsure and so unganranteed. But I feed off it... and some how like
a drug it's something i'll always crave. But i'm afraid if I finally get my utopia will
the world become my ememy? WIll they grab hold of my sanity and try to pull it
away from me? So many pressures and all I want is to be happy. Live life free.
Have no worries but that one could never be because life is full of stife and pain
and sometimes you lose... but than again you win. Sometimes I cry and
sometimes I smile. My face is filled with many features the pressure doesn't
break me it only makes me more aware of what I have a stake. My shoulders will
never be unburdened. I will never be at the peak of my happiness. But than again
that's the pressure always hypnotizing my mind telling me lies and making me
ignorant. Stop telling me I can't not win.... Stop telling me that i'm not good
enough. You see this passion in my brown eyes? You see this truth that lies in
my heart? So go ahead throw your darts at my soul it will never be enough. I will
never bow down to pressure.
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