Tied to the Hydrant

Feeling social pressure.

Running away from this storm is all that incorporates my mind anymore.
I feel choked. I feel tethered to everyone else's leash.
When will it reach bottom, so, that I might rise to the top again?
I deserve that ascension, but in all logic,
I am pushing others harder than I am pushing myself, and so, they will rise.
I am an invisible force.
Incapable of running
off these receding
tracks.
The effort will just leave me
derailed with my interior contents
spread out over this
landscape.