my stress

it's getting to high

I cant control it anymore

over simple things

I would flap my wings

and scream over nothing

like a single muffin

but it's not my fault

I cant help it

it's me

and I dont know why

I hate it

people call me selfish

and I dont care what other people think

when I do

I do

I do

I do

because I always think of all of you

I always limp through

but I do

you dont understand

to be honest I dont either

it's horrible not knowing

I cant do it much longer

I punch doors but say 'I can fix them with sewing'

I scream and cry over simple things

like when I cant have my phone when it pings

I cant

I cant

I cant

you dont know
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