Extreme pressure

Extreme pressure ready to implode
Every muscle in tensed mode
Heavy weight pulling down
Pushing up and outwardly bound
It won’t release without releasing the beast.
Does one want to go there?
As but not one problem be solved
And ten more be created
So on it courses through your brain
A storm cloud full of rain, marks you out
You know of the law of attraction
But still you can’t right your reaction
Tired, red, sleepy eyes that cant bare the lies
Blood vessel pop!
A self critic you become
by all accounts, not a very fair one.
Stopped in your tracks
Fallen on your own sword,
without giving yourself a chance.
Formless and free means you can be what you like
You fit into any criteria type.
Perfectionist with a carefree twist
But still you wear that pressure suit
Asphyxiated by its grip
Implode, explode and reload
Then do it all over again.