A Mess

I confess that I'm a mess
When I am under lots of stress.
You might not guess the truth, unless
You see the signs of true duress.

Then more or less, I will regress
For coping skills I don't possess.
If I'd express what I suppress,
I'd be much better off , unless...

I could address why I repress.
That isn't easy - nonetheless,
By decompressing, my distress
Might disappear or be much less.

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