Hello, old "friend"
Have you come
To make me feel scared again?
To destroy my life?
To twist what's really right?
Have you come
To invade my dreams?
To make life not what it seems?
To take away my only friends?
Have you come
To make me nervous?
Embarrassed?
Or even worse than before?
Tell me, "friend"
Why have come here again?
Why is it
That every time I think you're gone
You come back, dancing to the same old song?
Tell me, anxiety,
Why me?
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
