My stress is like a buzzing bee. I can never get it out of my head, yet it doesn't hurt me.

My grades are dropping along with my sanity, but I still just want someone to be proud of me.

With each new thought that enters my brain, everything begins to spin. There's just too much for me to take in. 

Every time I acknowledge my stress, the bee gets louder, almost like it wants to devour me. 

I wonder if I'll ever be free. 

My depression is like a monster. It claws at my insides, leaving emotional blisters. 

The mental pain is enough to make someone go insane. For weeks I can’t shower or clean, the monster is holding me down. 

I don’t dare acknowledge it for fear it will get worse and devour me. 

I wonder if I will ever be free. 

My anxiety is like a mosquito that makes me think everyone hates me. 

It whispers and buzzes, but at least I know it won’t leave me. 

I beg and plea just to feel normal for one day but it has me held tightly. 

My anxiety has already devoured me, now I know I won’t ever be free.