**** getting anything off my chest
This pressure to be anything
Is enough compression
**** trying to be like the rest
This normalization
Is enough suppression

I'll never be everything you expect
I'll always be anxious
I'll always have bouts of depression
I'll always feel that I'm not enough
I'll always want to give up
I'll always want the easy way out
I'll never get this off my chest

This pen has bled as much as I
We both continue to pour out
Everything we've got

This paper has soaked as much as I
We both continue to take on
As much as we can

Till we are empty
Till we rip apart
Till it's the last time