Pressure

The little tea pot

Burning on the fire

Little puffs of steam

Burning higher

Shut tight

Nowhere to escape

Locked with chains

And sealed tight

Getting hotter and hotter

Too hot to touch

Can we cool down

This is getting to be a bit much 

Let's turn up the heat

Can you handle the pressure

If I could

Would I feel this under the weather

Run faster

Do more

Be the best

Get the highest score

Lose yourself

In the craze of reality

Try to keep calm

And don't lose your normalcy

But once it gets too hot

This little pot

Is bound to overflow

And explode

(What a childish way to express the stress I feel but since all this pressure is building up in my brain I have lost my ability to write normally... for the time being... but I had to write something... so here...)