Dear Anxiety

You must think you’re funny

Trying to control me the way you do.

I can’t go one day

Without you sucking the fun out of me,

Grinning as your wretched thoughts fill my head.

I’m tired of the way you make me feel.

I sit down and count the seconds before you arrive for your daily serving.

Everything seems to go to slow motion

Except for the mantras you drill into my head.

I don’t know why you do this.

You are a parasite that lives inside my brain;

I can’t get rid of you somehow.

My emotions are bound in iron chains like slaves

And you are the slave driver.

What did I do to deserve this pain?

A young girl can’t live a normal life?

But I realize now that I am older,

That I am stronger,

And that you will not affect me like you usually do.

I will overcome the fear of facing you

And become the queen of my temple.

Only my God and I will have access to my emotions

And you, my friend, will crumble under our wrath.

The time is ticking as I feel you waiting to pounce

On me like a lion chasing its prey.

But I want you to know, and this is how it’s going to go,

I will be in control one day.