Dermatillomania Served with a Side of Anxiety

February 10, 2018

To My Anxiety Disorder:

Spotted like a leopard

On National Geographic

But no cameras document me.

Hidden in the shadows

I remain

But I feel like I’m in a glass case.

Words like brushstrokes

Painting a smile on my face

But we all know the best art dies in flames.

Always lending a hand

While my other destroys me

But no one asks to hold it.

Exhausted and forgotten

Glued to the lives of others

But ready to step in front of the camera.

I am a leopard

Ferocious and different

Hunted for my spots.

Sincerely,

My Past, Present, and Future Selves

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