Stress is a mess,
A burden I confess.
Created by my own hand,
Now I struggle to withstand.

Regret fills my heart,
For this chaos I impart.
It’s a pain in my ass,
Stealing peace, calm, and class.

I wither like a wilted lotus,
Lost, confused, and hopeless.
What’s the point of having it all,
If it’s a game I loathe and stall?

But amidst this strife,
There lies a chance for a new life.
I’ll rise above this mess,
With determination, I’ll progress.

I’ll find my inner peace,
And let my worries cease.
No longer trapped in this game,
I’ll reclaim my joy and stake my claim.

So stress may try to bring me down,
But I won’t let it wear the crown.
I’ll break free from its grasp,
And embrace a future that will last.

For in my heart, I hold the key,
To unlock the life I want to see.
No more living in distress,
I’ll conquer stress and find success.