1.) my anxiety is a cardboard box.i am confined to its walls and its volume is less than you may think. if too much is packed in, the sides can bend but it doesn't exactly look pretty that way. it's brown and big and bulky and after a while its seams begin to fray and it collapses.
2.) my anxiety is a tightrope. it is the line i walk daily between okay and not okay. when my balance begins to suffer, i hold onto my own hands like they're the only lifeline I have, but if some ropes are stronger than others, my sanity is a piece of thread threatening to tear.
3.) my anxiety is a broken record player. no matter the artist or song, it skips and replays the parts i hate. the volume's too high and the pitch is flat. every song i used to love has become nothing but a repetitive melody i'm tired of hearing.
4.) my anxiety is an eyelash stuck to the contact lens of my life. sometimes it's so blurry i can't even make out simple shapes and other times i can't feel it at all. and somedays it hurts so bad my eyes water and i need to wear my glasses instead but unfortunately, i often leave my solution at home.
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