Do you know stress?
Have you met him?
He's my stalker
Looking through my bedroom window
At all times of the night
Sometimes I can lose him for a bit
Other times he stands right by my side
He annoys me 'til I drop dead
He's a bully
Breaking me down
Making me cry
When I tell others what he's done to me
They say
"Relax, it's not a big deal.
There's nothing to worry about"
But there is something to worry about
Him...
He's the reason why I am up at night
Thinking to myself
He's the reason I can't get anything done
He's the reason I'm failing
And he's the reason I'm like this...
YOU ARE READING
surviving me
Poetrythe pains the struggles the overall hurt and my, at the time, undying tunnel of darkness starting from fifth grade onward welcome to my past author's note: This is writing from when I was in middle school that I would like to share. Maybe you can...
