Pace

Can you take this broken boy? And put the pieces back as one? Though he has all of his toys... He is never having fun.
Because it's not enough, now we're growing up, we are giving up, we are moving on.
(some lyrics - A Town Called Hypocrisy by Lost Prophets)

We're being pushed to move at a speed far beyond our capacity. We're breaking from the strain, and screaming out in pain.
But no one hears it. They turn away even though they feel it too, because in the end no one wants to acknowledge failure.
And there is this pressure to be perfect- beautiful, thin, popular, smart.
If you have to bend over backwards, so be it. But how flexible can one person be? Do you find out only once they have been broken?
You can dive into deep waters, or you can be pushed. In the end, you find a way to sink or swim.