Under Pressure

Under immense pressure

to perform to the standards

pressuring yourself to convince

them you’re one

one of them

not different, not unique

chasing the same, cliche dream

the roads the same, and we all walk

talking to our pockets, listening to

leaves crunching beneath our feet

drowning out the loved ones

who brought us into the world

if you call this pressure, I call you weak

and if this is truly the dream

then what the fuck

is wrong with our beliefs

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