STRESS

Got my piece of paper,
Thinking of a line,
Scrunched up spheres,
Shredded into strips.
Will you do this for me?
Will you go here?
I have no coins to pay,
I have no time to spare.
The space has vanished,
Ruined plans,
Hot sun in my eyes.
Stop screaming at me!
Building up and building up,
Left with all the work.
Why can't you do it?
What happened to you?
Does no one else care?
I know my hair's not brushed,
And I'm too tired to eat.
I wanna punch the wall!
I wanna yell and shout!
Will nobody hear me?
It slices and hammers and pounds,
Weighted on my soul.
Stop! Look! Listen!
I want to go home…