Pressure

Is it the steam rising
The burn in the chest
The clutch of the stomach
Breathing through the pain
Do you really need that one more thing?
Can I stop?
Brain is not able to shut down so the pressure builds
Quit telling me I am not trying
I am here I listen I follow and I do all you request
Then there we go again when I am trying to be me
To follow my dream I am ungrateful
I am not good enough
Let others take the wheel and lead me
I should be the one to put in the time
well perhaps if things had been different
I want to believe the dreams would have been
Given, driven and stoked
Are you proud? Him not he, but what does that matter
for the likes of me?
I am tired of the pressure to conform for you
You are not alone in the loneliness in life, but you have
cornered your own brokeness in the bottom of a can and concrete
Gentleness sometimes helps when you lend a hand
Afraid for berating and losing heart when I am not good enough yet begged
To do more ... I am saddened because I just want to know
what it would feel like to have one in my life who can watch the stars with me