Anxiety

October 4, 2018

Anxiety is

Not a friend

That I can comprehend

Yet I try to mend

What I can not unbend

By trying to blend

With people I depend

So I don’t transcend

Toward a dead end

And I don’t mean to offend

By my lack to attend,

You see I overspend

My time trying to defend

Because Anxiety is not my friend

But it is who I am.

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