I sit under my bed and cry
hoping the world is ending and
I am about to die…
I think I cannot avoid you
as you eat me bit by bit
my peers, I am talking about you…
You take me far, far from my goal
first them, then her, and now me
how many will you control?
All you do is look at me and laugh
my motive to live, however,
keeps going down on a graph
I will fight and fight till you disappear
by staying with me
you elevate my inner fear
All I want is you, to go
but you make my life
a merciless talk show
I will not let you win
till my body
has blood and skin
Not a cup of tea,
dear you, my enemy,
however, I shall not let you stop me
I would proclaim – ‘I am free’
when you, dear ‘Pressure’
would be on your knee!