Pressure I'm the example, despite being young I have to be perfect, no room for mistakes One wrong step and the world seems to shake Can't they see what their expectations are doing to me? Can't they just love me for being me? No. They can't And they don't even know the full story There's a secret that I hide, too afraid to share Although it might be more apparent, if they were more aware I feel as though its been somewhat noticable, despite my clever decoys I fall in love with girls, although i've dated lots of boys. Society told me boys were what's expected of me. So I obeyed because I obey professionally But the pressure is too much now I have to find a way to be myself somehow But how do I live unapologetically, When who I love subjects me to constant anxiety? How will people perceive me, what will they say? Is this part of my #life going to drive them away? Pressure coming from all directions To be the picture of perfection I don't want to be the angel anymore Not when the halo comes with keeping score