Stress

Like silk flowers with no fragrance Just a lasting memory That never stops creating depression, But instead envelopes me. Like a teddy bear without its stuffing Something's missing inside Some part is gone forever It's that sadness that makes me cry. I'm hiding behind a mask of structure, Of creativity and calm, Living inside a box that's mine That I've created all on my own. Overwhelming fears press in Dreams become obligations No longer happy with my own choice Or with any sort of relations. Don't know how I'm going to handle this weight These bricks are crumbling into a dusty mess I guess I should be used to it by now After all, it's only stress.