The heart of a poet

Pressure

I get headaches from all the pressure on my brain
My stress levels are immensely rising and now I have no time for crying
What is this piling up inside? Oh right, pain
What is this feeling I have? Oh yes like dying
Such a young body with an old soul
Aren't I already stressed enough?
Guess not...since my parents keep adding all these things to the pile
Stack, stacks, stacks of anxiety and insecurities
But nothing I can do about it
Parents suck
I have to give up my opportunities just so my family doesn't do something drastic
Why must I have to deal with all of this?
Such a blurry mess and so much stress
What to do what to do
The clock on my life goes, tick tock tick tock
So young but I'm already beginning to rot
My spirit as light and free as a feather but my heart so heavy and tight like it's wrapped in leather
The pressure on my brain makes my whole body ache
Oh when will it end