Any three weeks Pressure seems to be all I feel Do this, remember this, show me what you know I hate this I tell myself it will all be fine Why does it seem so permanent I can see the sun over the bridge But I can’t get this cloud off my back It pushes me and silently threatens Its taunts are empty But fool me for the time being I wait silently I wait with a million voices Each one telling me I can’t do it But my voice tells me to look up at the sun It seems so far from me It will hit me, I know, one day I will be content and not remember any rainy days The cloud is always there even if I don’t see it Waiting to consume me
Reason for writing:
A simple vision of stress
Birth sign: Capricorn
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