The Pressure To Be
I don’t like the pressure I feel from the world…
I feel pressure from the world…
A pressure to be what they want
So I lie to them
And I lie to me
Knowing that isn’t what I want to be
Every time that I’m alone I am who I wanna be
Jump into a relationship and I become who they wanna see
To afraid of rejection to be who I am inside
So I use all my willpower to let the inner me hide
But sleeping giants never lie
They sit for a while but grow frustrated
Resentment builds as they feel castrated
The inner you is all there is
The outer you is often a fleeting dream
You become obsessed with being this person
But the inner you wants to rebel
It wants to punch and fight and yell
It wants to burn this house down and go to hell
It wants to destroy so it can rebuild
An empire in the image of itself
Like God did with mankind
But the creation strikes against the creator
The creator becomes an angry tyrant
The creation becomes a stubborn child
The creation is young, free and wild
The creator is an elder statesman, boring as fuck
We have these burning passions that define our life
One is to titillate our senses, to make neurons fire
One is to avoid risks, to go for the strong and stable
But the strong and stable is defeating
Yet the carefree can feel so draining
But we do not do well with middle ground
So often we pick one and hold the other one down
Raise one up upon the mound
Reduce the other to a feeble self
In this we life half a life
With the other half gathering dust on a shelf
We forget to push and fight and strive
We forget what it means to be alive
We give up and hide inside our homes
With Netflix and fast food all alone
We give up on the outer world
We build a family detached from humanity
Then our kids grow up and they want out
They rebel like we once did
Now it’s their turn to live
While we watch and wish we had done things differently
