Tiger Lily Love

Picking My Poison - Poem by Tiger Lily Love

More and more it feels like the stresses of life are clouding me, like a thick wall of fog through which I can barely see

It feels like all this stress is strangling me, help somebody please! It feels as though I can barely breathe!

But wait while yet all this stress continues to strangle me, there is also this pounding pressure I can feel inside of me

The pressure of taking care of you, the pressure of to myself staying true, the pressure to be who you want me to be, the pressure of never making a mistake for fear that you'll never again be able to look at me

The pressure of trying to succeed, the pressure of always trying to make you proud of me, the pressure of trying to make everybody happy, little do they know that sooner or later all this pressure will finally destroy me

But even if this pounding pressure I feel inside doesn't do me in first, there's still this strangling stress that continues to choke me, and honestly I don't know which poison is worst.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

'To me there's no point in PICKING your poison, because either way you end up dead, so why not just let which ever one kill you first'

- Madame Mickey

Comments about Picking My Poison by Tiger Lily Love

  • Søren Valentine (8/23/2012 9:03:00 AM)

    I really like this poem, the words you chose show a lot of feeling. You got the feeling of complete despair across to the reader. Either way, you end up dead, or so it seems to be true in this world. Very nice job. Keep it up! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 15, 2012

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