My Name is Anxiety


There is nothing wrong with me. 


A smile like a sideways moon crested upon my face, I am



What is wrong?

The moon sets on my face as tears shower over my face.

Why do I feel this way, my face turns red, my head feels light. 

I am dizzy-




Anxiety is my disease.

Anxiety is my natural state.

Everytime I try to crawl my way out of the dark, my anxiety drags me back.


I am my fears.

I am my worries. 

I am fine. 


I am fine. 


I will be okay. 


I will be alright. 


I am not fine. 


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