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Dear Anxiety


Dear Anxiety,

 

It’s me again

The girl of many words

The girl with nary a friend

Though, friends seem to come in herds

 

It has been so long since we last spoke aloud

I thought you had gotten tired of my tears

But somehow, my mind you cloud

You express my deepest, darkest fears.

 

The medication won’t keep you away

It simply alters my mind

The chemicals physically alter my brain

Hides the real me where no one can find.

 

Why would I alter who I really am?

To hide from the evil inside me?

When honestly I could just take a stand

Overcome this life so stormy.

 

But here I sit,

Alone in my room

Rocking in a fit

All because of you.

 

You break my heart,

You scar my skin

I wish you’d depart

My walls are too thin.

 

I’m weaker each day

As blood spills down my lips

Those words I’d never say

From my bitten tongue it drips.

 

So here I write

Professing my pain

For some reason in spite

Spoken words are profane.

 

My lips are sewn shut

I reply with “I’m fine”

 

Why do you do this?

 

Well…

This life is mine.

 

I’m taking control.

I’m grabbing the reins.

I’m gonna stand tall

To fight off this bane.

 

So don’t ever come to knock on my door

You’ll not here a sound

I’m not yours anymore.

 

Sincerely to you

The girl breaking free

Trust me, it’s true.

I was born to be ME

 
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