Your Hurting Host

Dear Anxiety,

            You start early every day, and never ever go away

            You make me shake, you make my head ache

            You kill the fun, and make me want to run

            From time with friends, I just want the day to end

            I try and stay calm, but there's always a qualm

            About what others think, even if their look is as quick as a blink

            You make me want to cry, you'll never say goodbye

            I want so badly to be free, but you're a programmed part of me

            I try not to let others see, this dark side of me

            I'm afraid of their thoughts, so I try not to get caught

           Will they think I'm insane will they find my troubles a pain?

            Or will they run, or just make fun?

           Should I share this with the world, these are the thoughts that all get swirled

           Around my head at night, to the point where they make my chest tight

           I just want this to end, so then maybe I could mend

           But for now I'll just push you down, and try my best not to drown

           I know I'll hear from you again soon, and you're sure to make my life feel strewn

           But until that time, I'll try and climb

           Out of this hole you helped me dig, I don't even remember when it got this big

           I'll try my best not to dwell, so for now I say farewell

Your hurting host,

         Prairie