Pressure.

Not a mistake,
How could I,
I'm supposed to be like you,
Perfect posture,
Perfect body
Perfect attitude.

Why must I try?
I'm hating this,
i might as well fall,
I wish I could.

All the complications,
Lay to rest,
As I let loose,
I scream at you,
With tears running down my face,
I try to love,
But it just doesn't work.

The words we scream,
Are full of confusion,
But god, does it feel good.
All the pressure sinks in,
I just don't care anymore.

You can find a new Barbie to play with,
This whole thing is just a drug,
When the push comes to the shove,
I walk away,,
This is just to much pressure.

Maybe I saved the next girls dreams,
Don't pretend that its not real,
The pressure is too real.