The pressure of this box
is crushing me.
Crushing my existence
crushing all my hopes, and dreams.
The pressure of what they want from me
is to much to hold.
I can't bear the pain
of not being enough for them.
Nothing I do is pleasing in their eyes
nothing is ever good enough.
So I give up
so that I can be free
of the box that trapped me
but what now
am I truly free
of pressure and pain?
Can I ever be free
of people's desires?
Will my dreams fly
or crash with the pills,
that tempt me?
Will kisses ever mean love,
or is it just a dare
to get what you want?
Will these choices
kill the dreams I once had?
Or will I fight the box
that threatens to cage me in?
My tear stained face is tired
tired of fighting,
but I have to fight the Box
whether it kills me or not.
I have to save what's left
of my half eaten soul,
before it's to late
to let the dreams fly.
I have to fight,
the Box.
