NO PRESSURE

A POEM about dealing with people trying to be in your business and what they think about you

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I’m certain you’ve got a plethora of questions to ask

I understand it is a gossiper’s compelling task

That horrible mask

Behind which you bask

Constantly searching for whose life to ransack

And looking for others with which to multitask.

I live in this tent

It’s my spirit who pays the rent

And my body owes no one the knowledge of how much it’s lent.

It’s a priceless skill I have learnt

Perceiving what the inquiry originally meant

And putting the inquirer off my scent

By giving an answer that gets my own message sent

Without projecting a character dent.

I never worry about others thinking that I’m not doing great

I’m only cautious about pretending to be doing great

Nevertheless, no one deserves to see my spirit bare

Except the One who purposed to create me without a dare

The only One who understands and feels all my pain

The only One who knows that I am not here in vain.

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