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life
No other feeling can ever measure up.
It's so much pressure,
Pressure to be what iam not
Pressure to get what i ain't got.
Pressure to do what i can't do
Pressure to be one of the top few.
Pressure to keep these tears inside
Pressure from the anger i hide.
This pressure inside is like a dam
Holding back the person i really am.
And if this dam decides to break,
An awful mess is what it would make
This pressure that i can hold no more
it's about to explode of this I'm sure.
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COMMENTS
DreamPoet says: This is some true . People being pressured to be and do things that cant or are not. Another one to add to my favorites. |
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2b2b2 says: Let it out and give yourself peace from the release, is what I say....Great Share....ONE |
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brenda0058 says: AMAZING! I felt every last word because this is how I too feel now! Thanks for sharing! |
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