Roused

I need a push,
A nudge might work.
For I'm no superman,
Else I won't be here.

Been a "big brother" to many,
But who shall be mine now?

Mental turmoils in and out,
Pressure scaling up the vent.
Denial of stress thou shall not,
For accepting weakness makes thy stronger.

Stress per se I can handle.
Summated with forlornness that I can't.
Who will be there in the end,
That I won't know till it comes.