Imaginary Pressures

Its seems clear It sounds just right Each row perfectly aligned And spaced Flawlessly decorated with Personality and self expression Lyrically flowing swift And smooth She’s swept away It’s done and finally finished That false sense of security Slowly but surely Falling into a bottomless Pit of uncertainty She eventually cracks Under the burden of Physical abuse and Low self-esteem She becomes transparent One piece at a time Almost but not completely Wiped away Lost to the insanity of That white page and the Pressure of her own insecurities She’s trapped Between blue lines and Marginalized by red bars She tries to escape From that mental slavery By hiding behind a mask Of trivial rhythm and rhyme Only to be swept into deception and disorder Each verb, noun and predicate becoming Lost in confusion and doubt No longer able To speak the truth She’s tossed away Like some unwanted trash Imprisoned behind Circular walls of desperation and indifference There with The other failures Broken, scarred and wrinkled She contemplates her own fate And wonders if She can ever be Truly set free Or will she forever Be bound and tied By the imaginary pressures To be a perfect Poetic Verse