How about a trade?

You know, sometimes you help

Like when I need to finish a project

Or I’m hyped up for the next band concert

My health teacher said that’s eustress

And I’m okay with that

Eustress, I don’t mind you

But sometimes I have the stress

And I’m a mess

And I’m worried about too many small things

Like the length of my dress

Or whether or not they’re impressed

And the feeling in my chest

Is...wrong

And I can’t calm down

And it only gets worst

And I’m thinking

And thinking

And I can’t say the right words

And I can’t start sentences correctly

And I’m so

so

so

Stressed

I’d be willing to make a deal if it were

Bargain

Trade that distress for eustress

Never have to feel like my head

Is a combination of the head-explosion emoji

And the sad face one

With swooping features

So there you go, stress

How about a trade?

How’d you like to trade

How’d you like to

Never ruin my writing and words again

What do you want

I’ll try to make it happen if you will

Will you?