A little ball of emotion
Begins as an atom
That weights my stomach like uranium––
It's minuscule, but I can tell it's there.
It builds so gradually I almost don't notice.
I realize I can't do something
as well as someone else.
An atom joins the other.
I notice that I'm not as pretty
as another girl.
A few more atoms join the party.
My parents put more
more
more
pressure on my
academic success
and forget to see my
emotional needs.
The atoms increase a hundredfold.
Soon, the atoms have filled my insides
and begun to swim
my veins.
The mass slowly, carefully
makes its way to my brain
and begins to choke it.
The uranium stress atoms
poison my thoughts
my words
and my actions.
I do everything for success
so that everyone else will be pleased by me.
But soon, the weight becomes
too much.
Too much.
Too much
and I begin to flail in life's ocean
start to sink
start to drown.
I reach out for any hand
to rescue me
but all I see are
disapproving faces.
The last thing I hear
before I sink
down
down
down
beneath the waves
Is
"You failed."
And I give myself up to the deep.
Stress is hard on its own, guys. But when someone puts as much or more pressure on themselves as others do to them, it becomes so much harder. Mental struggles make it even worse. The next time someone doesn't succeed as much as maybe you thought they would, don't let them drown. Help them out. ❤️
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PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...