Crumbling, under the weight of the world
Pressured, my insecurity unfurls
Expectations smother me, and I begin to choke
Why must I feel like I’m walking on a tight rope?
Unstable, unsteady; wobbling to and fro 
One little slip, and I’ll fall to the depths below
I’ve been struggling for so long, it isn’t fair
But on the other hand, I honestly don’t care
I’m beyond trying to fix things; beyond being skillful
Why should I change my opinion? I’m frustrated and willful
Toady, I don’t have the strength to put up a fight
Nor do I wish to regurgitate or recite
The skills to keep myself in check
Because toady of all days, I just can’t handle it