Stress is a friend
you can never break ends,
with.

Stress is the kind to sneak as close to your face as
possible
and
scream
" YER STRESSED 'CAUSE YOU HAVE LOTS'A WORK
BUT YOU HAVE NADA MOTIVATION TO DO IT,
YOU HAVE NADA MOTIVATION TO DO IT 'CAUSE
YER STRESSED, ACE ."
and hits you in the face.

Leaving you panda eyes
of black and blue,
your work load piles up
with the never ending post-its of every hue.

You spend a whole day locked up,
though you're free.
Finally facing your work load
5 due tomorrow and 10 due May oh' 3.

You spend your whole day locked up,
not physically but mentally,
your thoughts running around your head,
shaking the bars over and over again,
shaking the stability of your mentality.

These thoughts don't necessarily
connect,
no they reflect over every memory,
again and again and again,
with every word you type it's the same beat, same tune, same words
again and again and again.

These thought don't even necessarily are long,
they could be a word,
a three word pun,
or 2 centimetres of wrong.

Stress is the ***** you seem to understand,
but when you try to describe her the words never end.