The Pressures of Living
All my frustrations, they leave me feeling numb.
My mind can't function while I lie awake all night long.
I want it all and I won't settle for less.
It's never been acceptable for me to be second best.
Time is limited and I'm being pulled in a million directions.
My time is constantly being divided up into many small sections.
I have always had people there for me
But lately I've been feeling anything but happy.
I've been stressing about a future that hasn't even begun,
with parents whose critical eyes can't be won.
I have friends who care beyond measure,
but lately we never have a enough time to spend it together.
My mom and I have always been close,
she always assures me to never give up hope.
I've been constantly criticizing myself while looking in the mirror,
I keep trying to tell myself no one has the right to make me feel inferior
It is so hard for me to ask for help
even when I'm drowning
I can hardly seem to keep my head afloat,
I know this life is short and to keep trying to keep the water out of my lifeboat.
Sometimes life feels pretty bleak
but one things for sure,
I refuse to sink.
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