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The Pressure

My mind is poisoned, my soul corrupt. From within I fight.

In the depths, the war raged on. I fear not my own despair.

I fear not the silent in the war. Shhhh listen, listen, can you hear

It? Wait, can you feel that? Oh no! I think I screwed up.?

That is the fear from within, that is the insecurities

Constantly in a fight about what they think and who I want to be.

The standard is high but the bars are low.

Trying to make that big leap but the obstacles are real.

Society killing me with their notions, peers suffocating me with their opinions

And my spirit battling with my will power. I can’t blame them, but keep that judgment to yourself.

Wait you think that is rude? That is unnecessary? And I being too dramatic?

Nah this is me getting tired of all your expectations, all your opinions, and all your judgements.

Nah this is me telling you that my life is not yours to dictate.

Nah this is me telling you I have found peace with being me.

Nah this is me telling you that you got no right to judge me based on your misguided view of the word.

Nah this is me telling you that my timeline is mine and yours is yours

Oh, I wish society will listen to this cry from my soul, to the tears of my heart and to the Agony of my spirit.

By oliscosunset

I am but a creative mind trying to explore my talent. The world we live in is made for all but yet is unique to you. Am but a single soul yet my hart cries out like soldiers in the battle field.
Welcome to my blog.

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