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Dust In The Air

Everything seems hopeless

So much pressure

Building up more each day

It all my fault though.

I pressure myself

Trying to keep my A in honors math

Trying to figure out my life

Trying to stay sane.

I feel like I’m going to crack soon,

And not emerge as a diamond

But as ash.

In pieces, floating everywhere.

I can’t talk to anyone.

My mom would take it wrong and think I’m messed up.

My dad doesn’t understand or know the true me at all.

I have no close friends, no best friend to pour my heart out.

So words become my friend

Helps with the pressure

But not for long.

Soon my chest tightens again and creeks trickle down.

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