Under Pressure
Would you believe me if I told you I was fine?
Though you cannot hear the screams inside.
The weight of the world slowly crushing me.
Do you see me smile when we pass by?
I do not want you to worry
but I want to tell you my anguish.
I am anxious of life outside.
I do not feel prepared, yet it is just around the corner.
I wish there was an answer to my ordeal but life does not play that game.
I will just have to press foreword and find a way.
This poem is about:
Me
Our world