The pressure felt can be too much.
On to you, the weight will clutch.
You feel weak from all the expectations.
Yet, they still have no realizations,
Of all the pressure you're under.
At the edge, you will plunder
down the hole of fury and despair.
Now hope is a distant flare,
gone yet barley visble in the nightmare called life.
All this pressure has gone into you like a razor sharp knife.
Yet, the world seems to pass by without a second glance.
The pressure is too much, so take time to dance.
Laugh, giggle, even do some cooking.
Do it now, cause when everyone is looking,
There will be no time to play, not even a smile,
You will have to be perfectly, perfect, at least for a while. :)
STAI LEGGENDO
Random Writings
PoesiaThese are just some random poems I write through out the day. They vary with their points/emotions/messages. ;)
