poem/thought thing....
pressure. the pressure from parents to get a 4.0. the pressure to get your part perfect. the pressure to dress right. the pressure to do your best, to act right to always be happy and give good advice. to always listen. The pressure is always there. then the guy(s) hurt you and don't even know it because there is pressure to put up a facade. I fell for two I got none.
Now all I have is me, and the pressure to be perfect in others eyes.
Now all I have is me, and the pressure to be perfect in others eyes.