There is a weight on my shoulders.

My back is hunched

My eyes watch the grass bend in the breeze

The pressure is too much.

My ears pop.

Vision becomes blurred.

A pounding starts in my head.

My body yelps in pain.

But my souls cries louder.

It’s running away from me.

Ideas come and go

They are good and bad

The malicious ones linger

They eat away my conscience.

The bad ideas become good

A good girl always listens

I did as I was told

The weight stopped feeling so heavy

Back straight

Head held high.

The pressure is gone.

Vision cleared

And there is no more pain.

But it all comes back.

So I do as I’m told.

The voice inside my head is no longer mine

My body is not mine

My thoughts are not my own

A new kind of struggle comes into play.

Where did I go?

I am lost