Everyone tells me not to turn
out like them, the ones before
me, but why does it feel like
they are setting me up to fail.
They put me on a high pedistule
but they forget that I'm afraid
of heights. All I can do is
see ways to fall. I'm scared
to move but when I do it
seems I'm being yelled at and
told I'm doing wrong; I'm on
the edge, turning out like them.
What am I supposed to do? How
am I to breathe with this
pressure on me?

by Shannon Starke

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