Shrinking Rooms
Do you hear that
Do you hear the voices
Do you hear the voices calling pressure, pressure
'Pressure, Pressure'
I guess it's only me
It's always been only me
Maybe it's the stress of it all
the stress of what exactly
I guess the stress of failing
failing, never being enough, not measuring up
a screw up
slipping through the cracks to never get back
along with the fading places along with the strange faces
This is too much to take in
and I can't find a place to breathe in
anxiety has taken me hostage at gun point
in shrinking rooms closing in on me
Why do I bother to succeed
cause everytime I manage to try
it all falls in vain
when trying conspires with paper
not to hold lead of promise
promised by the pencil to contain the ideas
my mind has agreed to produce...
Please help me find the book I was lost in
I need a never ending story
and a field of make believe to forget reality
Copyright © Andrus Cassian | Year Posted 2016
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