Stress is poisonous, it eats at you,
it kills you slowly, yet you never die.
It leaves you a shell of what you were,
like a murderer disguised.
Deep breaths do not repell it,
neither does faking a smile.
Yet for other's sake fake composure,
or they'll stress and too die alive.
Hey guys, sorry for the inactivity, I've been sick and my school is super strict and I was so overwhelmed. I'll try to write more!
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Poems for my thoughts
PoesieMy literature teacher told me I was talented and that my voice should be heard, so here I am. This is a way I can share my feelings and feel heard. Enjoy! If you like it please leave a comment or send me a message! All rights are reserved, do NOT sh...
