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Aren’t we all living under pressure

Of some kind

From your partner

Or your boss

Society’s structures

Or just having to walk the dog

Everything you know can crumble in an instant

If you have this funny little thing

Called feelings

Sometimes I feel too much

When that pressure on your chest hits

Even the slightest action

Request or command

Feels like the devil himself

Tapping into your mind

Dancing on your sanity

Thrusting his pitchfork

Right into the bone

Yes, always under pressure

With no idea what to do

Just laying down on the floor

Once again

Like so many times before

Incapable of the littlest things

But what’s worst

Is the inability

To speak to those closest to you

That’s tarnishing

Trust me

And I can not help it

I can not even move

And when you try to help yourself

You fall short

Every single time

Until you lose hope

It’s just gone

I’ll go out and get it back

I will someday

If someday could just come soon