Stressed and Pressured

August 11, 2010
By Crystal_Colossae PLATINUM, Madison, Wisconsin
Crystal_Colossae PLATINUM, Madison, Wisconsin
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The walls are falling down around my face,
Revealing what I'm hiding in my mind;
No longer can I find a single place
Where pressure, stress, and anguish I can't find.
I run from one thing--or I handle it--
But then, before I know, another comes,
'Til suddenly, I'm driven to a fit,
My troubles beating down like heartless drums.

Too many actors playing in this skit,
Too many people I've had to become,
Life's wearing me exhausted to the bone,
And "opportunities" take my last bit
Of energy to give; my soul is numb--
I'm left to go insane here all alone.

The author's comments:
I promise this poem is not true! I had to write it as a (contrast) assignment for a creative writing class, but I kind of like how it turned out, even though it's rather different than my typical style. :)

Penned 30 September 2009

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