Dear Anxiety, 

Why're you like this?

Better yet, why do you make me like this?

So many friendships torn apart

It truly breaks my heart.

I want to live stress free,

But you have me wrapped around your finger so tight, that I can’t even ask the worker for cheese.

Now don’t feel so special, it’s not only you,

But your best friend Depression, joins in on your games too.

Frustration seethes through me as I can’t explain my thoughts.

Oh dear Lord please help me, for my throat has formed knots.

Why’re you like this?

Better yet, why do you enjoy seeing me like this?

Mentally suffering but I can’t show the world that I’m dying.

Not physically.

But slowly dying on the inside that I can feel my brain frying.

Having you take over my thoughts gives me a headache.

Every move I make, feels like a mistake.

But don’t worry Anxiety,

Your game won’t last forever.

Soon I’ll win, under all this distress, I’m clever.

Sincerely,

Lilly