Extrinsic: Pressed

Feeling just
A little bit tense,
Due to recent events
Set in motion,

Not sure
How it started
Or who
Is ultimately responsible,

But, in any case,
I’m jittery
And my back is sore
From holding tension there,

The muscles contract,
As if preparing
For some sneak attack,
From behind my back,

Which coincidentally
Is how it feels,
When one gets caught
In between the hub and the tires;

I feel as if
I’m getting squeezed
Between the wants of others
And my needs;

Difficult to please,
That’s how people are
But that includes me
I suppose,

How people ever manage
To get along
Is a mystery sometimes,
The answer to which
Nobody knows.