The Pressure
The force, the pressure
To become something great
Is beginning to penetrate
Agitate my complacency & prepare for war.
I am a complex photograph
Telegraph a message & maybe I'll respond
Bless you with my awkward silence.
Forget the violins & pay attention to my sobbing
Robbing myself time & time again
Never knowing love
I find myself crippled, broken & undone.
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