Welcome to my Anxiety
My anxiety cripples me
I take it on as a first line of defense
My tongue’s as sharp as a knife,
I’ll cut you with my words until you bleed apologies
I’m the kind of anxious that gets too comfortable
I make my own bed so you don’t have to
Nothing you’ll say will ever hurt me
I’ve already magnified my picture five hundred times
There are no new flaws you have to show me
Every pop-pop of your insults won’t speak louder than my rifle
I shoot down all my own ideas so you won’t get the chance to
Don’t get too close,
My anxious is contagious
This poem is about:
Me
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