Pressure

Swelling inside of me in this immense pressure. I always feel it, like a hand constantly pushing against me. Sometimes I wonder if I'm living life correctly. I think that maybe I need to do something more, something extraordinary. Going through the everyday motions gets boring quickly. I want to scream for somebody to come and save me, but no one ever does. Eventually, the pressure builds and builds and builds. Then pop. I explode. I become a canvas covered with the color of numbness. I no longer feel anything. My emotions have abandoned me. Now it's only my shell that's left.