Collapsible Lung


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

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