Pressure

Pressure pressing down on you
People are all around
You look for help in all directions
But none is to be found.
In the streets it’s cold at night
With people covering your eyes
You listen to the sounds that are all around
But all you hear are lies.
The taste in you mouth
Is the taste of fear
And you can feel in the air
That someone is near.
You scream for help
And the feeling fades
The person that was there
Has been gone for days.