Dear Anxiety

Dear Anxiety,

 

What’s better: to stay or to go?

Oh, the things I’ll never seem to know.

Pulling fingers and twisting hair,

Never quite knowing what is actually there.

Constantly stuck in my head without justification,

Just thinking “Where will I get that motivation?”

Sometimes I wish you weren’t there.

 

Constant.

 

Pressure.

 

Dark.

 

Causing me to just stare.

I wait for the moment I am finally free,

To be the person I can ultimately bare to see.

Anxiety, can you let me out of the dark?

Let me open my eyes and live a normal life.

One where I can live without a constant question-mark

Or for once be without the knife

One that lives over my head,

So I can finally go to bed.

Anxiety, I’m begging you to leave

Leave me, so I can finally breathe.

 

Chailyn Lucero

 

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