she can always feel the weight
there's so much, not even the strongest can keep it up
she is atlas, holding the sky up with only her own shoulders
it is suffocating her, this weight
it drains her ambition, her creativity, her will to live
her will to love
the weight of the world is on her shoulders, and every day it gets a little heavier
she can't hold it much longer
the girl holding up the world just might break
and shatter into millions of pieces
but someone will always have to pick up those pieces
they will be added to that weight
the weight that someone else will have to carry