Stress, the New Pandemic

by Mark   Sep 20, 2006


Stress is only a word, though hard to escape
In every country this pandemic sickness is in perfect shape
It grows in every man, every woman, and every soul
all stressing around to full-fill their goal

Like in 80th we live, like yuppies we are
In the end, this sickness will leave a mental scar
in schools, students are too stressing around
without knowing what the hell we all have found

Stress starts early, and in people it will evolve
How could we ever this problem solve
thousands of words keep bothering my mind
Perhaps someday we all a way out of stress will find

To stop the threat from creating our tears
like nightmares which has come because of our fears
so lie down on your sofa or take a warm bath
just relax, take a deep breath and stay calm on your path

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  • 15 years ago

    by Em

    Stress is only cause by ourselves too. Very truthful piece, 5/5. Em x

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