183. Stress

Stress relieves me
and releases me.
Stress ties me up
And makes me sick.
It clouds my mind
With ghastly thoughts
And makes me go insane.

I feel like yanking the
hair out of my head
And totally snapping on
someone -
But I don't.
Perhaps I should,
It might make me feel better.
But I won't;
I can't.
Instead I'll let stress
build up.