Twisters, whirlwinds, hurricanes, and blizzards surround an insignificant ant.
Hearing everyone to be this, to do that- pulling me in so many different ways
Is it okay to do what I want? What I dream?
Stress and sorrow seeps over me like I am unwanted, junk
I am not doing it right. Am I satisfying everyone’s wants, everyone's needs?
So much pressure builds on up on me, suffocating the life out of me.
Me. Me. Me. Me. I am so selfish.
Effulgent; that is all they will see.