Poetry: Stress

My stomach is in knots
I'm constantly looking at my watch
Just stop, for a minute
Is what my mind tells me
It seems like stress has no limits
Panic stricken on the edge
Living with fear and fright
It makes my blood boil
My problems grow roots
Like they're in soil
The world is bullying me
I don't have a plan B
I'm stuck without a way out
So it's me or them, I told you see
I can guarantee that it won't be me