I’m getting stressed out,
it makes me so mad I shout,
why can I just leave.
I want holidays,
places in the sun for fun,
with nothing to do.
I am so tired,
but I am not sleeping well,
I wake up at four.
I’m dreaming of work,
not rational but rubbish,
silly arguments.
Going round and round,
doing the same things daily,
without that success.