The Lyrical Works Of Winter Flower

Pressure

I have so much pressure on me.
I have to be the best,
I should always have my priorities in order
I should always be good but I never am

Everyone expects me to be them and yet
I never am and that makes me feel like a disappointment, not just to them to me as well.
I spend so much time trying to be what I am expected to be.
But what that is, isn't even me.

What am I supposed to do?
Everyday a part of me is shattered
I do nothing but break and hide the brokenness
I hide it cause no one cares or understand.

All this pressure, all this stress, all this pain
I take it alone so that I won't have shame.
Everything I experience is experienced by myself,
Because I'm the only one who understands.

I do this because I feel like I'm the only helper I have
I feel like I'm fighting this war alone.
What do I do with this? I live with it.
I try to be someone else because I don't like me
Because I never discovered who that is
And that just adds to the pressure.

Done by : winter Flower
Date 10/02/2018