Pressured
I can't create this, the words you desire fall silent,
Pushing me, forcing me through closed door.
You strive for me to be the best I can be,
but you pressure and pressure, bringing forth error.
I will not bow to you, your force is merely a distraction,
My work shall continue, I will not be pressed.
In my own time, I will go, I will create,
But you will not make me, I will work as I intend.
My masterwork will survive, and not because of you,
I will write my own fate, not chosen by forceful annoyance,
It will be how I want it to be, not driven by pushing.
This work will be my own, not a product of pressure.
I know who you are now, it's clear to me now.
This forceful being, the pressuring of souls,
You are my downfall, yet somehow my strength.
You are me, I know it now, Force or none.
Pushing me, forcing me through closed door.
You strive for me to be the best I can be,
but you pressure and pressure, bringing forth error.
I will not bow to you, your force is merely a distraction,
My work shall continue, I will not be pressed.
In my own time, I will go, I will create,
But you will not make me, I will work as I intend.
My masterwork will survive, and not because of you,
I will write my own fate, not chosen by forceful annoyance,
It will be how I want it to be, not driven by pushing.
This work will be my own, not a product of pressure.
I know who you are now, it's clear to me now.
This forceful being, the pressuring of souls,
You are my downfall, yet somehow my strength.
You are me, I know it now, Force or none.