Pressure

All I feel is pressure

All-around

Voices shouting

At me

They want me to be who they want

To do what they say

They want me to be someone

Who will be able to do all these great things

They suck the fun out of everything 

My life

It's like I'm being dragged down into a pit

Allways stressed

 I'm starting to break down

Becoming numb

To shut out the world around

But I can still feel it

Them

The pressure on my shoulders

I see everyone having fun

Being who they want to be

LIving for themselves

While I'm stuck

Bound by the chains of their expectations

All I feel is pressure

-Stranger Z

Another person dies within me

Each year another person in me dies.
For I am not the person I was
yesterday,
last week,
last month,
or last year.
And they are never coming back.

I sometimes glance back into my memories

to see a person,

people,

a former me.

We may look the same

but,

we are from different times and minds. 
We made different choices and chose different paths.

I see me, us, looking forward 
not knowing they will no longer be with me.
Yet, sill present in my memories
of a person I once was

Each day another person dies within me.

-Stranger Z.

Hello Fellow Humans

Hello, 

Strangers and other people who randomly found this post while roaming the internet. 

I just wanted to note that if you read my poems, 

do not be concerned with my well being. 

All I have to say is: 

yes I am ok

no, I'm not depressed (just stressed)

and no I don't have anything wrong with me

That's all

Signing out,

Stranger Z