He is Stress.

He is stress.

He is one,

He is fear,

He is done,

He is near.

He speaks his mind in clear,

He makes a snap at me,

He leaks his soul into me,

He makes a lap at me.

No one can stop him,

Not even the doctor.

My friends they only laugh,

My family they only ignore.

I wish for him so go away,

But that will only be when I’m away.

The day that I am away,

Will be the day that the sky,

Once so clear and blue,

Will turn grey with a clue.

They will ask 'What happened to her?'

The only answer will be in the wind,

'He was here and near......'

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