I've tried to be patient,
Tried to keep a positive face
As more and more people
Begin to swarm me with their
troubles and doubts.
It is ironic,
Whenever I had a problem
That clung to my chest
Like an illness
Nobody wanted to know.
As soon as I find the happiness I've craved
To cure the sickness
It is like everybody wants to put me to bed again.

I am suffocating.
I feel like I am trying to outrun
The raging current
Of the falling grains of sand
In the hourglass.
Time is running out
And it is only a mater of time
Before I slip through
And end up in a heap
At the bottom,
Left there to wait in silence
Until finally I turn around again.

But then it is a slow and painful
Process of repeating the same
Countdown.

One day I hope to smash the glass
And let the sand run free,
Where I can accept the pressure of others
And still have the opportunity
To take a breath of fresh air
And balance my own happiness.