Anxiety rules my life,
cutting me open like a knife.
I was on the cold, stone table ready to be taken under.
Forcing myself to throw up was my blunder.
I stopped fighting the urge,
gagging until I slurged.
There was no use in fighting.
Throwing up every morning was in the writing.
Butterflies? More like fireworks.
I guess it's just one of my quirks.
All I do is hurt myself.
Decreasing was my health.
Missing out on all the fun,
scared to go out in the sun.
So all I did was stay home,
and I liked it, being alone.
That's what I did my childhood.
Alone is where I stood.
Anxiety ruled my life.
It was lots of strife.
I didn't want to admit something was wrong.
Therapy seemed to be the only song.
There I was taught to breathe and think.
But still all I did was sink,
deeper and deeper into the sensation of puke.
This was ultimately my nuke.
But then one day I was prescribed meds.
And everything seemed to click in my head.
I was no longer scared to go out.
I had no reason to pout.
I found my confidence and strength.
I could be myself at any length.
I am finally in control of my own world.
I'm not that shy, quiet girl.
My anxiety was no longer rife.
Anxiety no longer rules my life.