Regrets And Feelings

Pressure

Why do I hurt others?
Am I a plague?

Or am I the Devil?
Maybe the Demon that

Serves the Devil
Or I am the disease

That infiltrates and kills
Them on the inside

Then laughs at the empty body
As it falls to the ground

Maybe I am the instigator
Never the parter

Maybe I am the murderer
Not the martyr

It pains me and it makes me happy
To see all the expectations and nice

Things people have to say about me but
I can't always live up to those expectations

And I am not always that great
So Please, understand me

I am damaged on the inside
And cracking on the outside

I am not as sturdy as you may think
I am as fragile as a Diamond that gets

Shot by a bullet
I'll shatter into a million pieces from all the

Pressure