can only be a raccoon

don't you just hate the pressure
pressing down on you?
that constant feeling like someone is trying to crush you
squish you like a bug under their shoe
spread your guts all over the concrete
leaving you there for your final resting place
ignoring you until that burial date.

i have no wings
no fingers to use for climbing
i'm stuck on the side of this damn boulder yet again
i always am
don't you ever understand?
i keep hearing "i've been in your shoes"
yet no one can tell me what to try
what to do
so i dance in circles
stuck in a sick twisted daze
i feel as though the pressure and dizzy fuzzy haze is going to make me hurl
passout in exhaustion from fighting it for so long
i feel like shit
i fear it's my fault again
i could swear you lied to me
just to keep me safe
protect me.
you have wings
ability to flyand feel no pressure
no emotions grab you
drag you down
your wings aren't clipped
dammit i'm growing tired of this gravity pressuring shit
pulling me so damn close to you
feeling your love and passion smoldering by my side
right in my peripheral veiw
i want to cry outburst into tears
put out the flames of you
i don't want to feel them there
see your eyes in my mind when i close mine
they don't help the situation
they don't release me from this pressuring hell
they captivate me in a swirling mistake
suck me into a riptide
one i'm stuck in
for i have no fins.
you are both
you can escape this deadly pressure and whirling disaster
leaving the raccoon behind
but is it for the raccoon to become stronger
or keep depending on you to come save her...?