August 19, 2011
By 123banana BRONZE, Saratoga, California
123banana BRONZE, Saratoga, California
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the pressure is too much
I cannot take much more
it's crushing me now
making me fall to the floor.

I don't know if I can take it
I'm holding it all back
but it's only a matter of time
till I will finally crack.

people don't know what happens
if they could only truly see
I'm not really all that perfect
and what goes on inside of me.

I'm tearing myself apart
slowly, day by day
then one day I'll be all gone
slowly slipped away.

but I know I can get through this
it's those friends that really care
who pick me up when I fall down
I know they'll always be there.

no matter how crazy I may seem
they know the real me
they've been there through it all
how much better could they be?

they've seen me at my best
when I'm happy and I can fly
but stick around when I fall down
and I begin to cry.

The author's comments:
I wrote this about the pressure that many teenagers feel these days. We all try to be "perfect," but that only causes more stress. In the end, it's the true friends who are there through the thick and the thin that really matter.

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