Dear Anxiety,
Hello, it’s you again
Stopping by for an unwanted visit
Making me feel as if I’m stuck
Stuck between I can do and no maybe the next time
Sometimes it even feels like I'm lost
Not physically lost but mentally stranded
Stranded so deep in my mind that I fear that I will never be found
Sometimes it makes me feel scared
Not the type of scared that you laugh about later but the kind of fear that haunts you
The fear of never succeeding
You see anxiety is like a heavy gray cloud that is constantly raining on my parade
It comes unknown and stays for awhile
Makes you feel as if it's going to stay forever
But guess what anxiety you will not destroy nor define me
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