Release the Build Up

This poem sucks, but it's fine

I'm just dreaming the days away

Looking for another place to stay

So I can be hidden

Behind fur hats

In between long lines

Around the crowd of another street performance

The pressure behind the marks on these pages. 

"You're beautiful, but you just have this darkness about you."

Those first 18 years felt like forever, 

All of the pressure, all of the problems

But how quickly you adapt, yet mostly you don't

I look for those vices to find another form, 

Some way to release the build up,

It's stuck in me, baby.