Eloquence (A Poetry Book)

Stress

Gripping at the roots of your hair
your stomach flipping so much people stare.
Little voice inside your head
You know your not going to bed.
It is available for multiple occasions
Planning attacks, timed invasions.
You take deep breaths,
Pushing through with the little energy you have left.
Then out comes sunny weather,
Slowly things start to get better
You finally sweep up your mess
But here it comes again, stress.

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My current emotions with finals right now, so I thought I should try and form it into words :)