Stress

The doctor was right,
I'm feeling the pressure.
The doctor was right,
No more leisure.
My father was correct,
Life does get tough.
My father was correct,
The world has never had enough.
My mother is never wrong,
I must keep going.
My mother is never wrong,
Life isn't constantly flowing.
The therapist was accurate,
I should pick a hobby.
The therapist was wrong,
My soul has left my body.
The angles,
I trusted them.
They promised I'd go free,
I'm only a sheep in a pen.
I'm waiting,
You told me I should.
I'm trying to see it through,
You promised I could.
The demons were undeniable,
And you aided there lies.
Let's play a game,
The loser is the first to die.
Whilst you scream at me, 
I'm pouring my heart onto this page.
Get out of my head,
You arrived at an older age.
I was wrong,
Getting rid of you isn't easy.
Pointing a gun at you,
It makes me queasy. 
If I kill you,
I cease to exist.
A crypt of dead souls?
I think I might just enlist.