Pressure

Time after time A descent soul once mine Self-sureness almost lost Abundant satisfaction I pine Affliction trickles down my spine For that soul, that was mine Vigorously tries to re-shine The wrongdoing I ponder Through my desires I wander My good judgment I hold Periodically I saunter I don’t give in The craving can’t win Free falling down the side Confusion I hide Long-lasting results they can have Generously taking my mind for a ride My thoughts I confide For that soul, that was mine Has the choice of being fried This pressure is pain Or is that love? The longings insane The control I can’t shove Day after day I can’t explain Because if I didn’t really want it I wouldn’t have any shame Pointing out I can’t do But the evident is new A mix of hormones overflows What you see isn’t true The strain begins to brew The decision you can’t chew Are your friends the ones to help you Or are you secretly being viewed Your soul is truthful Do you listen? But can the sensation pull? Through the mind of a Christian It’s an automatic attraction With it, I can’t see But to live respectfully, I just have to be No one can do it; it’s only me I can’t let the complication be Through the eyes of the beholder Can’t the world see? With this pressure in my head That my soul can’t breathe