Should I delete it and write another one in a better way?

Pressure

We have a great deal of care for our loved ones.
We wish them well, and when they are our minds are at ease,
But the thing is easy come easy go.
Our circle of friends and family could be broken in half, the diameter,
Dividing what was once united,
The danger meter could spring up from safe to dangerously hot then even hotter.
Thereupon exploding everything into debris leaving us all defeated.

That is why I feel the need to have a stronger hold of the circumference.
There is a continuous push exerted on and against me,
To be the outside force keeping us all shielded.




Thinking of all the bad things that could happen is like dividing by zero.
Nothing is there, it's all just my imaginations, but I know for sure there are infinite possibilities.

Pressure to prevent unfortunate events.
Pressure to always be perfect and vigilant,
to never let anything go unnoticed.
All it will take is one mistake,
and then it's reminiscent will scatter down.
Some of the solution going into our eyes,
Hurting and making us all tear up.