Pass through the arteries and into the lungs,
Through the capillaries.
Till I  reach my heart.

A muscle at work,
A place of love,
A place of feeling,
A place of peace.

My instincts tell me not to fall back,
For if I do my story will end.
When I finally discover me,
I can finally make the world a better place to be.

I'm always under pressure,
I'm always expected to be great.
I'm always expected to be the leader,
But I'm not the best so don't under-estimate.

Always on
Always doing things
For other people
Because that’s what they want
But what about me?

You don't care about me,
You put pressure on me.
Just because you're free,
It doesn't mean it'll last thee.

You think you know best
Know my limits
But if you push too hard
You’ll soon find
I don’t just snap,
I explode

Pressure is like a dark fog,
It creeps and appears.
It bites like a savage dog,
And disappears.

But even when it’s gone
The bites are infected
Leaving a little pressure in everything you do
******* the joy from the things that used to offer a break
A shadow on the sunniest of days

Years later,
The wounds are the same.
Those scars won't leave me,
And those scars bare shame.
I want to remove them,
But sadly they wont go.
They're too deep,
And my greatest foe.

*Your voice in my head
Echoing my deepest doubts
Scars from your abuse
Running rampant in my head
Adding the pressure
To prove you wrong

Throw sticks and logs into the fire,
To keep it alive.
Let its light guide you and shine,
And may its light be a gift to us all.

Here is tale from long ago,
It goes long but you wont get bored.
Where heroes slay a ferocious foe,
And this is their long lost lore...

Centuries ago when Romans ruled the land,
The barbaric Britons tried and failed.
To defend their noble land,
And so the Romans came and hailed.

However one queen would not have that,
She would cut the Romans down.
Despaired that her husband's death,
She made sure the Romans drowned.

Soon there were a ferocious battle,
The Britons fought strong and held.
They reclaimed their land and cattle,
And killed the Roman general.

Despite their victory,
Sadly it wont last long.
The Romans came and killed,
And the Britons were doomed all along.

The queen of Iceni,
Soon took her life.
The Britons remained buried her by a tree,
Next to her husband a loving wife.

So here ends my tale,
Its sad but true.
But to all Britons hail,
For they had victories too.