Member Poem

Stress’s Silent Cry

I feel misunderstood, abused as an emotion,
They kick me aside, saying I hinder their motion.
It's not my fault, I was made to make you feel beat and defeated,
But if you ignore me, I call on my shadow, Pain, to be completed.
Now you’ll feel the world’s hatred,
But all I want is to be heard.

I am Stress, I care more than all your friends,
I show you the way, even in sight of dead ends.
As a friend, my job is to help you stop your motion,
Too much speed could give you a concussion.
I am Stress, I’m different from the rest,
People try to escape me with a rope,
But I’m just trying to introduce my best friend, Hope.
Like a spy, I give you insight of the fight,
Yet you choose to lose your light.
So don’t leave me in the mess,
For you need me just to have rest.

By Little One and Nova