In poetry format, I tried writing prose but I got all poetic and stuff and it just didn't work out to well. Lol. This is about Chris and what he thinks and how he's losing all this faith in himself so far. This chapter is how he deals with the pressure that's put on him to succeed and the memories of his family and the distrust they give him.

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Story By Kaede

INTERNAL REFLECTION

.:The PressureChapter 1:.

The Streets

I walk on are so

Different.

They are

Not

Cracked

Not

Stained

With blood

And there are

Smling://

Laughing://

People.

They do not know what

They will live through

If I fail.

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I Want

The pressure to

Cease.

I want to be

Able to see

Bianca

Again.

"Haven't we

Been here

Before?"

"Maybe we

Will be

Again"

Just another

Lie to add

To the

Pile.

I want my mother,

No, Piper

To not look at

Me with such

Doubt.

Yet, I don't want

To see her eyes

Shine,

They way they

Did before

My 14th

Birthday.

Besides…

What does it matter

What I want

Anyway?

It never has

Before.

Wyatt

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I can walk past

Him everyday now

And not feel the

Pain that I felt

The

First

Time.

It was overwhelming at

First,

He'd never

Held such

Innocence

In my eyes

Before.

I want to reach

Out and

Save that

Innocence

Even

To the

Point

Where

It kills

Me.

Maybe we'd

All be better

Off

That

Way.

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Leo

"Remember

Trust

Works both

Ways"

I agree—

I don't trust

Him

And he doesn't

Trust me.

I've always

Wanted to see

The pride

Shine in his

Eyes for me

Like it would

P e r p e t u a l l y

For Wyatt.

He was

Twice-blessed

And I

Was

Forsaken.

Yet, all I see

Is distrust now,

But I've been

Used to it

For

Twenty

Two

Years.

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A Stranger

That is what

I am…

That is all

That I am.

I am going to

Die a

S t r a n g e r

To my mother

Who won't

Mourn for my death

Because she doesn't care

About a stranger

Who knows he

Will die

From the

Poisonous words

And the

Sharpened

--poignant--

words

that break his

heart

at the hands

of the only people

he's bothered

to love.

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Measurements

Am I so low

Because I don't want

Them to find out about

Me?

How high would I measure

In comparison

To Wyatt

Now?

Would I still

Stand as

Strong

For a cause

That I know

Is already

Lost?

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Lies

I want to mean

It when I say

"If I cannot

Save you,

I swear

I'll stop you"

But

I know that

That is just

Another lie

That I've

Told myself

To hide

From

Everything.

I've lied

To myself

Like I've lied

To

Mother,

Aunt Phoebe and

Aunt Paige,

Bianca,

Leo

And now

Wyatt.

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Pressure

Pushes harder

And harder

Until I cannot

Speak

And I cannot

Breathe.

It pushes until

I lose the will

To do even

The simplest things.

All I want to

Do is break away

From this

Morbid motivation

That haunts my

Sleepless nights

And fuels

My

Deadpanned

Words.

This is Kaede! Please Reveiw, tell me what you think, should I continue?