There is something
About stress
That I really like
The uneasiness
The restlessness
That craving to
Move out of the situation
That thing which urges me
To move away from stagnation
There really is something
Strange and beautiful
About stress.
Those jitters
And the unwept tears
With that little tinch
Of loneliness
That makes it
Painful and wretched
I like it
It makes me a
Better artist
That essence of rage
Gets converted into
Gorgeous master pieces.
Yes! I like it
For hating it
Doesn't make sense
Either.
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