Pressure

Seething
With loathe
From all
The pressure...

Steam
Building up
Over time
Until
It feels
Like
I am gonna explode.

Trapped
By inability
To say no
With gulit
Piled high
Upon
Me
Like the burden
On a camel's
Back.

Pushing down
And pushing in
Smothering
And constant.
I am afraid
To let
My guard down
Less
The viper
Will strike.

Pressure
Building
Like the steam
From
A kettle
Whistling
Through
My brain

Driving
Me
Fucking
Mad...