Short breath, sharp pain
These eyes watching me weigh me down
Anxiety rises, muscles strain
What if I fail to astound?
The weight, the pressure
It’s as if I have to cope on my own
The scars, this suture
Recovery is becoming my home
Dying to your perceptions
I can’t live and breathe by your reception
Or should I call it deception?
This mystery confuses my brain like Inception
I stretch, I pull
Trying to make you happy
I drink the drugs to make the pain dull
Are you happy?
I don’t blame you for your devil’s tongue
They say it can be spontaneous
I break under the weight of this collapsible lung
Your expectations are inhumane, yes?
I can’t breathe