Pressure

*I was going through some old notebooks and found some poetry I had written from when I was a teenager. At the ripe age of 37, this was quite a walk down memory lane. Here is one that I found called “Pressure,” that really made me reflect on some of the internal hardships I faced even when I was much younger. It made me want to give me younger self a hug, quite frankly. If only we could speak to our younger selves…

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Pressure

Too much pressure is building up on me

to be somebody that I just can’t be.

There is so much expected of me, that now, the way it seems,

is that my goals can be reached only in my dreams…

“Reach for the stars.”

“The sky is the limit.”

“The possibilities are endless.”

-they said…

I feel as if I’m failing at the things I try to do.

What is my purpose in life? I really have no clue.

Why am I even here? I feel like I just take up room.

No one understands; they only just assume.

People think they get it, but what they fail to get…

is when it comes to understanding me, they really don’t know shit…