Anxiety
You’re my enemy but my friend
I always wonder when you’ll end
You motivate me to do work
If I don’t then I will feel worse
My mind runs like a bomb
Even when I’m feeling calm
Your presence always linger
It makes you an angel or a sinner
I hate the way I sometimes have a fear
That everything will disappear
I know that is irrational thinking
Anxiety dictates everything goes away in a blink
You are poison, but a gift
I wish you should go a drift
To a new host and leave me be
Sometimes I want to feel free
I keep fighting to have control
You’ve taken that from me as a whole
Please continue to here
I don’t know what I would be dear
I let myself experience living
I’ve always been about giving
To those in need
And struggle to break free
Of the dark thoughts in their head
I promise your heart will make amends
I continue to fight for my survival
Anxiety served that as my friend and rival
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