Anxiety

I never thought something invisible

could run my every day.

Anxiety is like a water balloon,

it fills and fills until finally

it explodes

blurring your vision

drenching every part of you.

Now, anxiety does not run me

it does not control my life.

It is a part of me

but it is not

me.

This poem is about: 
Me

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