Stress

I'm stressed,
Everything I do is making me anxious,
There's work to be done and yet here I am,
Writing poetry for people that don't like it.
I am stressed.
Every breath I take is another second I use
Contemplating my reason to live this life.
Where work is everything and peace is none,
Pieces of me have begun to unwrap as though
I were a piece of cloth.
A piece of cloth signifying defeat.
For I give up.
I give in.
Waving my flag over my head,
Let the enemy see before I die.
I'm stressed.