Strained
Sometimes it gets too intense
That you can hardly breathe
It's suffocating, it feels like a trap
A mindset of catastrophe
Disastrous sense of responsibility
There's nothing to be done
Bliss is unthinkable
Fatigue is eating you up
Stressful days are coming your ways
Torn between giving up
Or continue slaying
Too amateur to be distracted
To dull to be focused
Nothing's right nor wrong
The way you wanted things
Does not guarantee freedom
It will always be a choice.
