Stress,
Unbelievable strain
That takes over
Every fiber of my being.

Like a rough monster
That tears in,
Chasing away my creativity,
And my dreams.

The child within has
Been lost somehow,
Buried underneath
The rubble, and remains.

Crumbled hopes
And false freedom lie,
Underneath expectancies
That are far too high.

Like a lost child,
Searching through
The mist.

Like a grave
Giant monster,
It takes away all bliss.