Pressure

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!