pressure

My calm demeanor around people is as fragile as thin ice. I break under even the lightest pressure. My emotions are hysterical and my mind practically runs a million miles an hour. the gloomy clouds reflect my emotions when I'm frantically trying to get school work done, when I have siblings to take care of, and when I'm being pulled from place to place where the word "time" doesn't exist. I look at everyone else and they look ethereal and beautiful who are wealthy and have a happy demeanor. I then look at myself that looks like a mad person with old used clothes and eyebags from the all nighters over the years.