The gravity feels different now than it did when I was ten.
The weight of expectations I carry is heavy,
Pressing down on me and adding pounds to my shoulders,
Dragging me down with every step I take.
I’ve learned to bear it all without falling,
But when I’m alone in my room, I allow the weight to drop,
Like a thousand tears streaming down my face.
It's a relief I can hold onto only for the night,
Before I put it all back on in the morning.
Sometimes, though, the expectations become too much.
Tears don’t solve it; actions do.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 8:02 PM UTC
The gravity feels different now than it did when I was ten.
The weight of expectations I carry is heavy,
Pressing down on me and adding pounds to my shoulders,
Dragging me down with every step I take.
I’ve learned to bear it all without falling,
But when I’m alone in my room, I allow the weight to drop,
Like a thousand tears streaming down my face.
It's a relief I can hold onto only for the night,
Before I put it all back on in the morning.
Sometimes, though, the expectations become too much.
Tears don’t solve it; actions do.
