Dear Anxiety
Dear anxiety,
The friend that wasn’t invited to the party.
Yet you crashed on my couch and ask me what was for breakfast.
You quickly became that friend who always forgot their wallet,
or needs to few “bucks” yet never paid me back.
Dear anxiety,
You are that rash that doesn’t go away.
That itch that I can’t scratch,
Yet persists with a fervor that is unbearable.
You are the high school “friend” with the addiction problem,
That I must bail out of jail,
Always giving me that empty promise that you will change.
Dear anxiety,
You are the monster under the bed,
Lurking, waiting to feed off my doubt and fear.
You are the dark shadow peeking from the open door,
Summoning a demonic possession that endures an eternity.
Dear anxiety,
You the ex that calls at 2 in the morning,
And waking up to 20 texts and missed calls.
You are a leech,
Slowly draining my energy,
Always taking, and continues to take.
Dear anxiety,
You are my wild irrational thoughts,
Making the rational irrational.
You are a virus,
The conspiracy theory of the brain.
Dear anxiety,
You are me,
A reminder that I’m flawed,
A reminder that I’m human.
I wrote this poem during COVID when I was having panic attack and and I wanted to write something to help process what feelings and emotions I was feeling in that moment.
#anxiety