Her Name
My roomate, apart of me.
a dear close friend, full of toxcity.
Welcomed at first, now just a burden.
Meet my friend, Anxiety.
Anxiety comes and goes as she please
She makes my life miserable and without any ease.
Some days I feel as though I have kicked her out
but then she comes back full force with out a doubt.
She does not like my relationships or let alone getting out of bed.
She prefers it her way nontheless.
Medications make her leave but only for a short time, you see.
I have begun to relize that maybe I need anxiety just as she needs me.
but that scares the hell out of me.