She’s Anxiety

Anxiety has come to the party

She was invited by her friend depression

And has made friends with my monsters

She’s expelled my happiness

She is a plus one guest with no intention

Of ever leaving

She is a mistress lurking in the dark corners

Of my room shoving her words down my throat 

She’s the one that convinced me that my bed is a better suited place for me than the world will ever be.

She is the one that persuaded me that I am nobody without somebody and everybody needs someone and without him I will always be no one.

She is the one that comes to play every time that car turns on.

Or a crowd of people starts to form

Or every time I hear a voice raised.

She chains me to my bed like it’s a coffin

But I don’t ever want to leave because she made it comfy here.

I am warm here.

The world out there is cold!

My anxiety is not just some made up thing

Some word to cover up my nerves

She’s not just some excited jitters

She demands to be heard. 

So please

Don’t tell me she’s not real

Because she’s here. Don’t you see

My anxiety will always be a part of me.