Pressed,De

It's getting heavy

Like everything's alright but, you still feel uneasy

Thoughts run haywire. 

And them people think

I just love staring.

But whose going to tell them

Should they be told?

Why worst pages of life

Are suffered alone. 

It's bright blue sky

Yet the grey shadows can't be ignored.

Try my best to put on a mask

But should I bother?

Cause, the surface is shiny and glitter

Inside, lie the coals burning bitter.