Hooded eyes: downcast, afraid
Hunched shoulders, bearing the weight
Sad smile, betraying the truth
The pressure: too much for this youth.
Weight: it settles right down
On the chest, along with a frown
Struggle, to lift up your chest
Impossible: to be at your best.
A smile: a glimmer of hope
A mechanism, just some way to cope.
The pressure, it isn’t for all
The weight: it’s making me fall.
Sadness: like a gentle cloak
Stifling, it has started to choke
My heroism is just a façade
Cracking: you can see I’m flawed.
Perfection: isn’t all that it seems
Honestly, it tears at the seams
Fraying, I’m losing it all
From my height, I now feel so small.