Dear Anxiety

Dear Anxiety,

Please leave me alone. 

Am I such a pitiful being,

a delicate soul,

that you find so amusing to mess with?

Is it easy for you?

Do I make it easy for you?

All I want is to be able to breathe

without the fear of being too loud.

All I want is to be able to speak

without the fear of being judged.

All I want is to be able to live my life

without the fear of doing something wrong.

You dictate my mind

and my thoughts

and my feelings.

You make it hard to express myself

or to do any little task

that anyone else can do without shaking. 

It's hard to interact with people

when all the runs through my mind

is if I'm being too annoying,

too loud, or too quiet,

or if I'm saying the right words,

or doing the right actions.

My head gets fuzzy,

my legs start to quiver,

because I feel you there

in the back of my head.

You never give me advice

but rather whisper "are you sure?"

So all I ask of you

is to please leave me alone.

I hate that I let you run my life.

I hate that I always doubt myself

because of the words you tell me.

So please, just leave me be. 

Sincerely,

Your Victim