They say under pressure
Diamonds are made
But under pressure
Glass only breaks
And you promised
I have what it takes
I am made of glass
And the glass that makes me
Has shattered
My mental health never really mattered
And glue
Can fix what was shattered
Popularity
Has screwed up my prosperity
My grades
Have lead to my demons raids
So many harsh names have been branded
And perfection is what my parents demanded
They shove my imperfections
In my face
And scream at me to learn my place
I struggle with what is demanded of me
As I'm deprived of what enlightens me
I live with the things that frighten me
They say under pressure diamonds are made
But under pressure glass only breaks
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
