Dear Anxiety
Dear Anxiety,
You always seem to find yourself in my head
I can’t keep up with you, I hate this feeling of dread
You keep my hands sweaty and my stomach feeling funny
When the cashier lady looks at me I even struggle to give her my money
My cheeks heat up and my hands start to shake
There’s another class presentation, I can’t get a break
I lie awake at night, I can’t stop thinking
These thoughts are drowning me, I might be sinking
You take away my confidence, I hate being this way
I can’t get away from you, not even for a day
You make my throat close up and my eyes water
My parents don’t understand me, I’m such a useless daughter
You make me second guess myself
Look at that girl, she can’t even help herself
One day, you won’t have this control over me
I can’t wait to finally be free
Truly yours,
Judith
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