Ode to Stress

My tormenting  stress, you inspire me to write.

How I hate the way you smell, the way you make me act,and look

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the big day to graduate.

Putting all my stress behind.

Stress you are like falling; you don't wanna hit the ground but you know eventually you will so you just want it to be over.

You are more intense, major, and deadly as days goes by.

Oh how I hate you stress, Let me count the ways.

I hate your terrible pressure and hard things you put me through.

My hate for you rages with the fire of a thousand burning suns.

Now I must with a bitter heart,

Remember my tense words whilst we're apart.