I have so much inside me
that is trying to paralyze me
when all I am trying to do
is define me.
All I ever feel is pressure.
Pressure to be good
Pressure to be bad
Pressure to be straight
Pressure to be had.
Pressure.
Its rattling my brain
like these hurricanes we see.
I…
Just…
Want…
To…
Be...
Loved!
For whom I am.
Not who I have to be.
For what I am.
Not what I am forced to be.
For me.
Why is that so hard?
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