pressure
makes up society
makes up reality
clouding our vision
nothing is real anymore
where is imagination?
inspiration?
indication?
indication that we are still human
we don't want to memorise
things we despise
just to get a prize
pressure is all around us
we want to be the best
and beat the rest
and face the test
we will lose who we are
what we feel
what we think
what are we programmed to be?
so many people
names unsaid, forgotten
became the best
but crumbled with the rest
because of pressure
to become the best