Breakage Point *true*

Apart from being the smart, reserved, kind person I am in school, there's things I cannot suppress any longer~
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Like a bottle, filled with fire
Dying slowly by my secrets
Like any other, I'm a liar
When It comes to being me
My ever-existing desire
To please those all around
Suppress my loyalty
To make me confound

Over and again I hide
The pressure before me
Consuming all my pride
Before facing reality
I vowed to make happiness
To bring joy to my friends
And now all my family
Will depend on me till end

I'm always yearning
For their approval
For them to be beaming
About my achievements
It brings me pleasure
Every time they smile
But in the end it just
Ends up in a pile

Maybe because it's my will
To never give up so soon
maybe that's what's causing ill
Because I live to be cherished
But like I said before
It all comes down in the end
When you reach the top
There's more things to contend

*examples*

They all praise me
In music and art
They all love me
My awards, their pride
My parents do care
About what I say
But the look on their faces
Take my words away

Over the few years
Activities piled up
To start some career
To gain some ground
Now I've found work
My new glowing job
Yet school soon starts
And doubts still throb

My school is routine
A straight A student
Whose life is a dream
Filled in envious talents
While blessed by God
For the fingers of piano
To learn faster than wind
When it comes to the flow

Then violin took a place
Expectations rise
I hid away from disgrace
While music took a ride
Thoughts form in my head
To abandon what I had
I knew I lost my interest
But to quit would be bad

After all the money spent
Just for me alone
Everything was well meant
But my pride prevented me
To give up those burdens
Who tied me down
To give me strength
Enough to rebound

But nothing ever seems enough
That is what everyone has said
Life makes everything so tough
When it comes to pleasing those you love
I hate the way I am today
hiding away from disappointment
I hate how empathetic I am
Unable to find contentment

My feelings tied to not me
But to those about
I let them take away my glee
While nothing is my fault
Oh yes I look independent indeed
Maybe on the outside I am
But believe me, I'm cracking
Because prides ain't worth a damn

*There's more too it......Sorry it's a bit long, I'll return favors.