maelynslavik

It feels like drowning in expectations while trying to convince the world I can swim. 

I’m always performing.  

The pressure is suffocating. 

Girlhood is texting your crush because it's late at night and you don't know any better. 

Girlhood is staring way too hard at the prettiest girl in class. 

I’ve always held my creative side dear to me. 

Cherishing every spur of creativity, 

However I still took this feeling for granted. 

When the stress of the word planted–

I've been thinking recently a lot about my time on screens, and how it seems like I can't escape my phone and other technology.

Every day when we stand for the pledge, I feel like a curtain has fallen over me,  

holding me down. 

I remember who is president for the next four years. 

And I want to cry.