Pressure with Passion

I stand there like a ghost flying fast
You did it but just blame me
I am young but I have a past
My suffering flows like the sea
If you realized how I express myself
Don’t just hide this poem on your shelf
Please understand
Not because of you
Im hitting myself with a rubber band
If only you grew
Night has a way of chatting
With no voice answering
Go have your fun
Hidden by dead words
Just through me in the sun
Life travels in herds
Not like cows that travel one way
Like busy ants in the day