Pressure

The pressure to speak

Is like a weight on my chest

A crushing force that won't let me rest


I long for the peace of silence

But the pressure is always there

Pushing and prodding me to share


I try to hold it in

But the dam always breaks

And the words come tumbling out


It's a never-ending cycle

This battle between silence and speech

And I don't know which one to seek

 

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