Dear Anxiety
You are a constant tug in my life
Pulling me everywhere,
Yet nowhere.
You are a storm screaming inside me
Thrashing
Throwing me around like debris in a hurricane.
You are a cattle prod forcing me through the chute.
Stop.
You’re hurting me.
You are a wooden spoon hitting harder
and harder
with every breath I take.
What have I done to deserve your wrath.
You are the coals beneath my feet
And the world on my shoulders.
Stand up straight
Pipe down
Be a lady
Don’t be a little bitch
You are the unrelenting hail,
chipping me down
You are the dooms day clock
always ticking.
Tik
Tok
Tik
Tok
You are the reason I cant sleep
Can’t talk
Can’t stop
You are all in my head
Always in my head
You are me
I am you
You know what they say
It takes two.
Forever yours,
Maddie
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