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The stress Monster
harder and harder
faster and faster.
The pounding and beating
screams out MASTER.
you try your best
to out do the rest.
looking up then left.
look down then frown.
Why is it so hard?
why is it so easy?
it builds up
it roars
inside your mind
something pounds on the door.
Harsher and harsher.
louder and louder.
A disturbing growl
a violent howl.
it grows and grows.
It truly knows
the feeling you have.
Inside your mind and body and soul
This beast is weighing down
its taking its toll.
beat after beat
week after week
it pulls and tugs
nearing its peek.
left and right
praying everything
is alright?
Push after push
rush after rush
the banging inside your body
turns vicious.
You look around suspicious.
you feel it in the back of your mind
clawing and scraping
as more and more
is put on your theoretical plate.
enough is enough
yet your given even more.
all you want to say
all you want to pour.
shaking of the hands
the flick of the wrist.
Nothing is set on the
overbearing stone
you constantly take home.
abnormality and normality
fuses in one
growing and speaking
in tongues.
distortion ensues
blocking your peripheral view.
it pulls your arms back
force feeding you the
knowledge in packs.
it yanks
you pull
as the pressure is on
and you just want to scream
BE GONE
faster and faster.
The pounding and beating
screams out MASTER.
you try your best
to out do the rest.
looking up then left.
look down then frown.
Why is it so hard?
why is it so easy?
it builds up
it roars
inside your mind
something pounds on the door.
Harsher and harsher.
louder and louder.
A disturbing growl
a violent howl.
it grows and grows.
It truly knows
the feeling you have.
Inside your mind and body and soul
This beast is weighing down
its taking its toll.
beat after beat
week after week
it pulls and tugs
nearing its peek.
left and right
praying everything
is alright?
Push after push
rush after rush
the banging inside your body
turns vicious.
You look around suspicious.
you feel it in the back of your mind
clawing and scraping
as more and more
is put on your theoretical plate.
enough is enough
yet your given even more.
all you want to say
all you want to pour.
shaking of the hands
the flick of the wrist.
Nothing is set on the
overbearing stone
you constantly take home.
abnormality and normality
fuses in one
growing and speaking
in tongues.
distortion ensues
blocking your peripheral view.
it pulls your arms back
force feeding you the
knowledge in packs.
it yanks
you pull
as the pressure is on
and you just want to scream
BE GONE
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