fauxcroft

Pressure builds and stress grows

We become like gaskets ready to explode,

We then retreat within ourselves

Looking to retreat deep into our shells,

There seems no relief to be found

As we decide to hide and go to ground,

Nobody should have to live this way

But we’re hopeless to find a way to change,

And so we end up going under each and every day

Which in the end, will see us finally break.