The Pressure of Expectation

The fear of pressure clings to my nerves, Like pollen to the face of a flower. It's a loose demon haunting my thoughts, And making them negative. It's shackles choking the edge of my brain, And trapping the self love in my heart. It feels like i was born arrested, and like a minor criminal, Will be set free but never feel free. Because pressure is never ending for me, Like the infinate count of numbers. I will always feel the presence of expectation. It is a permanent picture in my eyes, That will never fade out of sight. It is constantly tapping my forehead, And renting out the apartments of my mentality. Whether I take it as vitamins or drugs is strictly up to me. But so far, As the pressure has paid its visits, It has been an overdose. Luckily I have not had major side effects from this pill. So I'm still in one piece, And a part of me still believes. But there will always be that twinge. That tight pull on my nerves, Like a jockey on the horse reins. And it will remain with me. It's a hard spoonful to swallow, But i see that in the end it is a benefit. And instead of being my drug of harm, It will become my bottle of Vick's. A cure for my sickness of heart. And, As if it went through a chemical reaction, Pressure becomes encouragement. And it seems all the tears were of strength. And the heavy heartbeats came from my supposed confidence. And that the pressure itself was just a necessary leash, Keeping me from going to those dark sides of the path, And keeping me headed towards the light.