I sit alone
no time to moan
I sit and think
About my brink
Of emotional stress
I feel like a mess
I want to scream and shout
I want to stomp about
My head is full
Of all this bull
I cannot grasp
On tiny daily task
This emotional tress
is making me a complete mess!
tiyler durden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/struggling-with-myself/
