Impossible?

I had a passion for school

So I jumped right in

And lost it

 

Now I wake to work

And work so I can sleep

Repeat

 

Without passion, my grades slip,

I begin to hate my refuge

And shirk my goals

 

I need to get my butt back in gear

Regain control

By happy again  

Nine-Eleven

How am I supposed to feel?

Society says one thing

But I feel another

 

Sorrow, grief and anger

To fall apart

This society dictates

 

Relief

Nothing “new” to come

A mere shadow

 

Losing an identity

Or regaining an old me

Lost in sands of time

 

One holiday standing nationally

A tragedy shouting inwardly

 

Colorado

Fire after fire

Tearing us apart

 

Bullets raining down on the innocent

Countless times in years past

 

Children abducted and killed

Never to have justice

 

All this and we stand strong

 

Now waters threaten our way of life

Closing homes and doing harm

 

Its one thing is see it on the news

Another to have it in your yard

 

But we will prevail

By helping one another

 

One community, one heart

Made of many parts

 

Through trials and tribulations

We’ve had our share

 

Standing together

Now and forever

Pressure Has Many Faces

Expectation

Fear

Dreams

Hopes

Happiness

Sorrow

Tomorrow

Mistakes

Love

Victory  

And Which Pressures Crush?

Where does pressure come from?

 

From society for certain

To be perfect at everything

To fall in love

And never argue

 

From our parents

To get good grades

To behave

And provide grandchildren

 

But most of all from our dreams

To see the world

To never stop learning

And find true love

 

Have strong opinions

Yet never displease anyone

To leave behind a legacy

To be perfect

 

To discover something new

Each and every day

But which pressures drive

But How?

I try so hard

To be the best

At everything

 

Every club, I take part in

Every person, here and a friend

Grades, top of every class

 

Some say I’ve spread too thin

But I feel thick and trapped

To close to home

 

I want to be wanted

To never disappoint

To make a difference in our little world

 

I’m like but forgettable

Good but not great

Useful not necessary

 

No one to really talk to

No shoulder to cry on

I’m on my own

 

Work harder, longer, more

Know more people, skills, facts

Give 110% in everything

And It Scares Me

I’ve spent years preparing

Looking up, watching above me

Now I’m in charge

And its slipping through my fingers

 

I step back and suddenly it disappers

I thought I was ready

But now I’m here

And completely lost

 

Not enough pressure

And you drift away

Too much pressure

And you snap

 

I’ve never felt so involved

Yet so alone