Some days I feel

Troubled,
some days it feels like
the world is on my shoulders,
so much pressure on me.
And some days it seems like
I have a bloody owner
who does not let me free.
How oppressed can you make me feel?
Until one day I'll break away.
Or I'll break down.
I can be hard like steel,
Or soft like rubber that sways...
Or? I can be brittle,
and submit my crown.

Some days I feel like
the world's on my shoulders,
that everyone is choking me.
And some days it seems like
my strength is almost over,
that everyone is mocking me.


-Nalini
(inspiration