Stress is a Bitch

Stress is a Bitch

Maleek Mayers

 

Stress is a bitch,

It’s like an unbearable itch,

No matter how much you scratch,

It never ceases to latch....

Latch onto you like a leach,

Thus, the never-ending nuisance makes you wanna drink bleach...

 

Stress is bad,

Stress is good,

It could make you weaker,

It could make you stronger...

 

To handle stress,

Ask: “what’s causing this mess?”

 

Don’t falter,

But alter.... your view,

Instead of looking at everything as a whole,

Understand that this stress wants to prevent you from attaining your goal...

 

You gotta find that happy place,

And put a smile on that face...

 

Break it down,

Rip it apart piece by piece,

Then it will drown,

Then you can finally release.

TE

 

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