The Demon We Call Stress

Stress can bind you like a noose
Making you give in to form a truce
It often ruins good days fast
And the feeling lasts and lasts
It can be the beast
That brings you to think your the least
Brings the pain inside
Then you tend to hide
To wallow in self pity
Where you know you are so petty
It's gotten so bad now
To cure it you don't know how
So you finally pay the ultimate price
And give up your precious life

But why?

You should find
That stress is blind
It has no control
Unless you give it so
Just another demon to be execised
Easily killed by confidence and pride
So instead of whining day and night
Take the time to believe and fight