Best Guess Is That My Issue Is Stress

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I feel sick

The snot running from my nose is thick

I'm carrying a hundred pounds worth of stress and my parents don't give a shit

I got major commitment issues and I need to get a grip

My anxiety and fear of failure never quit.

It's like a Im in a circle of responsibilities

But none of them matter to me

It's selfish she says

But I can't see the road ahead

Things just don't matter to me

I'm just being what my parents want me to be

The president, the star, the brains, the brawn

I pick up the weight of this expectation right at dawn

I take it all off at night as I lay in bed

I stay up late on Tumblr to keep it's haunting out of my head.

I work hard to keep up appearances

I learn from my friends experiences

Cause they got it so much worse than me

But they look weightless, they look goddamn free

But inside they carry more weight than I

So I can never let them see me cry

I have to be strong

For their sake I have to hold on

Just more faces

I just wanna run to far away places

Where I'm the one with problems

And people ask me if I'm alright

No more crying alone in my bed at night

No more stress of not gaining success

I just want it to be over I confess

Mother please I know you think it's best

But the pressure of your fears will never let me rest

I want to make my own decisions

Live for myself, just me

I don't want to be famous

I just want to make a difference

I just want to be free.

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