when i face the world
on goes the brave face
even when im at home
it is impossible to relax
to fit in with my family
a fit in with this town
my head is running in circles
trying to keep up with life.
to try and survive in this world
is a task on its own
chuck in highschool
it only gets worse
the pressure to be thin
pimple-free and perfect
to look like the models
and never be different
to be smart, and all the above
whilst maintaining a job and having a life
is almost the impossible
how do they do it?
how do they live?
the pressure is too much
i want to breakfree
get out of this stupid town
out of this world
out of this pressure
out of the world gleaming eyes
and into heaven
it does get better, all these pressures become a part of everyday life. you get used to it. just hang in there you will be alright..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hey buddy....don't borrow someone else's spectacles to view urself with..u r special n unique n very talented....so keep on movin....u will win....: -)