Dermatillomania Served with a Side if Anxiety

by morgangil121

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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morgangil121Feb 10, 2018

<p>It looks more aesthetic on a Microsoft document because each piece has a separate line, but I’m not sure if it displays those individual lines for the viewer.</p>