Act?

I feel like I’m in a pressure cooker, trying not to blow.
Everyone wanting something, my life is in slow mo.

The ingredients my emotions, I feel them start to boil,
But I’m trying to stay calm so your mood I do not spoil.

Struggling to decide exactly what I should do.
To hold us all together, I’m running out of glue.

Do I stay or do I go, you say the choice is mine.
But I don’t see it that way, cause you’re the one who’ll be fine.

Do you even really care or are you playing games?
To think you are acting is really just a shame