Yes, you read that right. Below is a song I wrote a couple nights ago which may have a tune, but people will never hear it. Ironically posting my silly recording of it would make me feel ‘stressed’. I hope you enjoy it anyway– whether you read it as a poem or create your own tune:
Stressed.
When you have so much to do
And you don’t know to choose
and your feelings are confused,
you’re
stressed.
Your feelings too complex
and you’re losing and depressed
and your chest is being compressed,
you’re
stressed.
Yeah, the world has got you down.
People tell you not to frown
or they won’t want you around.
You’re
stressed.
And the people that you love
seem to tower up above
like a harshly cackling dove.
You’re
stressed
And you try not to feel this way…
People tell you that you’re okay…
But inside of your busy brain…
It’s just
pain.
Stressed.
When you’ve got somewhere to be,
Got to pretend you’re peachy keen
Or people think you’re being mean,
You’re
Stressed.
When you’ve got to get out the door,
Everything feels like such a chore
and you feel you should be doing more.
You’re
Stressed.
When your body seems to break,
your existence feels like a mistake,
You don’t know how much more you can take…
You’re
Stressed.
And you try to take that breath
but you’ve got nothing left,
just a hectic march to death.
You’re
So
Stressed.
And you try not to feel this way…
Something broken inside your brain…
‘Cause at the end… of the day…
It’s just pain.
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain,
pain, pain, pain…
In a… busy brain.
And the stress never goes away.
Is it just pain?
Stressed.
Is it just stress?
Anxiety or depressed?
Something more to get off my chest.
It’s not just
stress…
The Literary Onion 