Stress Poem by Emma Pennington
Stress
Its overtaking my life.
It never stops.
When my migrains start,
The stress gets worse.
Stress is like a cool drizzle.
It keeps coming down,
And never stops.
It can effect my mood,
And how I act.
School; friends, old and new;
Church, band all cause stress.
When will it stop...........
I have to tell him how I feel,
or else our friendship is on the line.......
There's no other way..........
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5/12/2024 4:24:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An interesting poem, I think everyone can relate to it. Dan.