anxiety

theres a man in my head

he made his own bed

he puts fear in my brain

and ice in my veins

he pulls me from the people i love most

and pushes me towards ones i hate most

i didn't catch his name when he first came

but he gave me one letter at a time

then i put it together

one attack at a time

his name is Anxiety. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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