In the quiet corners of my mind,
Whispers of doubt begin to bind,
The weight of the world upon my chest,
A silent battle, granting no rest.

Expectations rising like the tide,
In their shadows, I try to hide,
Each step forward met with fear,
A fragile heart, wishing to disappear.

Eyes that watch with bated breath,
Measuring worth in every depth,
The pressure mounts, a daunting climb,
To find peace, an elusive rhyme.

Yet in this storm, a spark of light,
A promise of strength in darkest night,
For even under pressure’s might,
The soul can soar, taking flight.