Under Pressure

A poem I wrote today during a class..

Pressure

Pummeling down on me

Causing me to crumble

break on down

until I am nothing left

but a face with a frown

 

I avoided it so far

looks like my luck ran out

I have stopped fighting

and now it's my turn to pout

 

No one would think

the nicest kid to go

and crumble into nothing

not much of a show

 

Everyone depends on me

turning to me for help

when they wouldn't see

me in pain, to yelp

 

So secretly hidden

in my own little world,

slowly dieing away,

theirs no way I'll stay

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[HezaaMonster]

God.... .___. I'm jealous. I need to work on my poetry..