The Worst Kind Of Stress Poem by Jessie Stowers

You take hold of my mask,
And betray me.
My endless task,
Is to make sure they don't see.

When you seize me,
And keep me captive.
Silent becomes my plea,
You will never be one to forgive.

You twist my expressions,
And control all my thoughts.
Despite my many cautions,
Still I feel the metaphorical gunshots.

You change my tone of voice,
And cause people to worry.
I feel as if I have no choice,
With you it all ends badly.

You've never failed to visit,
And at the most unwanted times.
Maybe you come in the form of a bullet
To convince me to commit the worst of crimes.

You make me yearn for a sweet relief,
And I plead for it instantly.
You fill me with grief,
Yet I accept you so calmly.

I ask you nicely to evacuate,
And for now leave me be.
I already feel like deadweight,
Without you to be my bully.

I promise to let you in later,
And you can stay as long as you want.
But my life was a blur,
Before you showed up to flaunt.

I am numb when you're gone,
And number when you arrive.
One day on me it will dawn,
Whether I like it or not I'm alive.
- Jessie Stowers - 15 -