Pressure

Pressure, pressure, the need to be the best Is sucking me, pulling me, and making me a mess Every paper, every grade, every solemn word I speak Has been thought up, reviewed, and perfected till made bleak It’s this demon, this voice, this little breath inside Pushing me further even when I thought I’ve tried When I look at others all that I can see Are the talents I wish I had inside of me Every where I turn, every page, in every book is a new fact or question And my brains telling me to look So I sit there and obey, search for what I lack And then turn too others in hopes of a reassuring fact But all I get turned back to me is not what I have hoped They’re telling me I have it all and that I’ve never had to work At that I don’t question I just turn around and say I need to keep on striving, need to turn my doubts away And even when I’m snapping and just about to break I pull it all together throw on a smile and start to fake. So that no one ever sees that this little demon inside Has taken over my body and made me want to run and hide