PRESSURE

The odds feel stacked against me like a layer of bricks

I ask if something wrongs with me do I need to be fixed

My eyes have gone blind lost within my dysphoria

And when i look i can't see through my cornea

I've been hard against the wall feeling so much pressure

Survival needs stripped my passions from pleasure

Low minded my eyes are feeling swole

Long nights staring at this screen have taken a toll

Walking on the tightrope