Stress

Stress bites on her pencils, her mind never stopping.
Worry tells her a thousand things she needs to do, a thousand things she needs to work on.
Stress gets a headache as Doubt whispers she'll never get it all done.
She can't eat; she thinks too much as Worry continues to talk to her.
Stress doesn't sleep as Failure makes a list of what she won't accomplish.
Failure pushes her down; telling her she won't ever succeed.
Hope helps back up, but Doubt is always there...
Watching and waiting for Stress to fall..

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