Like a boiling pot on the stove
My pressure rises
It travels dimension unknown to rove
Mentally I am mesmerized
Somehow my being instinctively realizes
This won't be paradise
The person I have become - neither you nor I recognize
Gazing into the mirror - my reflection has been victimized
Pressures from deceits always have their dreaded receipts
When the ideal of self-embraces entreats; you'd want to wish away conceits
Beware the mirage in the mirror - a critter,
spawn from a marriage to fear that is bitter
Things I want so badly, surely, will wither as your resilience slowly dithers
Dawn will assault my sleep in the dark
To drowned me in the lake near the park
This tragedy contrast the fear of lark
To the discourse that turns its back
But overt pressure in my face always mumbles
While covert pressure at my back scrambles
At my calm confidence as they flee
While my very self-beliefs make me breathe free
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