The Weight

Air, the essence that keeps us alive inside. Can i breathe? Or is that my pride suffocating me inside? I can't hide from this simple facade emanating around me, I must breathe and live on my life with this weight on my shoulders. I must remove the weight of the world from my shoulders, because it seems as though only I am the holder. The weight is oh so unbearable, it's crushing me inside. I may have to be as Atlas, and go along for the ride.