Shrinking Rooms

Do you hear that Do you hear the voices Do you hear the voices calling pressure, pressure 'Pressure, Pressure' I guess it's only me It's always been only me Maybe it's the stress of it all the stress of what exactly I guess the stress of failing failing, never being enough, not measuring up a screw up slipping through the cracks to never get back along with the fading places along with the strange faces This is too much to take in and I can't find a place to breathe in anxiety has taken me hostage at gun point in shrinking rooms closing in on me Why do I bother to succeed cause everytime I manage to try it all falls in vain when trying conspires with paper not to hold lead of promise promised by the pencil to contain the ideas my mind has agreed to produce... Please help me find the book I was lost in I need a never ending story and a field of make believe to forget reality