Studying up for hours on end,
Not trying to disappoint, Trying not to cry on a heart that's mending,
As you reach your breaking point.
Work coming head on,
But no money to show,
One day you have a job and next it's gone,
What esle could make you feel so low?
Family dying left and right,
Who esle can you turn to?
You feel the pain eating you up at night,
You feel like death is near but know it's untrue.
Your stomach haunts you,
Even as you stuff it more,
Some expect it's just a phase but it's not a break through,
But you can't hear anymore and slam your door.
Skin and bones,
Show us your face,
Stop all that groaning
And make your case.
We all are insecure,
From what we look like to how we dressed,
Just look into the mirror,
I'm called stress.