Stress

Nothing can stop
my neurotic frustrations
have me unable
to enjoy
my life

Everything
is a test

You look at me
No you
examine me

your eyes
dissect every molecule
of my composition
Sometimes I feel translucent
or pliable

Because
I am loosing myself

Maybe I will emerge
from my chrysalis
a beautiful butterfly
or
maybe you have just
entombed me
and I will rot

only time will tell