Plastic and Solidified

Okay so I guess it’s fair of myself to call this genre “figurative language arts” in “stanzas”..?
Or just “stanzas” and “random untraditional punctuation”..?
Yet,
if the stanzas would indicate that this is a “poem”,
I would say that this clearly is a “poem”..,
However,
As long as this makes sense and feels helpful to at least one person,
I would therefore agree that the precise genre is not important,
So here it is;

As of now,
Speaking for all these following stanzas,
In which I try to communicate,
that,
I feel that;

The MORE that I question..,
If I followed the “rules”,
While feeling internal and external pressure to check,
The MORE that I give into,
Obsessive compulsive forces that waste my time..,

And,
The MORE that I question my existence,
Such as asking myself,
“Am I dreaming..?”,
The LESS I want to relive,
Wherever it is that took myself so long to arrive at,

Because,
I am therefore,
Becoming more and more tired,
Of always arriving,
To the same expectations,
Of the same types of goals,
Over and over again,
That,
Do NOT feel to help myself,
Further avoid,

Becoming,
More and more,
Plastic and solidified,
By the expectations,
Of what my present perceptions tell myself that,

“Others Expect”