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.
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