Under Pressure

I can feel the cold stare of a thousand soulless eyes,

Ablaze with scorn and judgment left overt and undisguised,

Assumptions made on looks alone; image is everything,

Perfection unattainable yet still deemed worshipping.


I can feel the pressures bearing down upon my back,

Crushing expectations induce shame at what I lack,

External and internal weights contribute to the load,

With buckled knees and weary feet I stumble down life’s road.


I can feel the whispers of a thousand hateful words,

Ghostly chatter swooping round my head like vicious birds,

Cold as cutting ice they fly and peck me from behind,

Knifing at my self-esteem and poisoning my mind.


I myself am guilty of these words and weights and stares,

Causing harm and hurt that not a single care repairs,

We live life by comparisons and feel urged to compete,

And fight a constant battle that ends only in defeat.


Emma H, age 26, 27/01/2017

2 thoughts on “Under Pressure

  1. Reblogged this on In Emma World and commented:

    Good afternoon everyone, I hope the new year has started well for you all! Mine has been a mixed bag so far, and my body is struggling to get back into the work routine, so I’m tired all the time… Alas, it’s not very conducive to good writing.
    So in the meantime, I present Under Pressure for today’s Throwback Thursday! Posted back in February 2017, it deals with the pressures and judgments we face every day, both from society and from those around us. I hope you enjoy 🙂


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