Pressure

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    Pressure

    Just one time they would say,
    Take one sniff and all your fears will go away
    will it make me into a man,
    or will it turn me into a mouse
    or will it send me to a madhouse

    Everywhere I go, I hear the voices in my head
    take it youth, it wont leave you dead
    The pressure is unbearable,
    it makes my mind so unstable.
    Should i give in?
    or should I stay strong
    Maybe I need a place where I belong.

    What influence is this?
    Is it good or is it bad?
    The pressure is too much to bear
    I need to clear my head

    Without waiting to think, I dashed into space
    Down the corridors and through the doors
    Am i really safe? safe to go on
    Safe, so safe from myself.


    By: Simone Townsend







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    Kelstorm commented on Pressure

    05-17-2009

    As an adult, this poem makes me happy to see such a behavior and resistance to the dark path and its ultimate destruction.

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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