if you'd like to be technical, i am married.
i am married to anxiety, she says she loves me, but does she really?
anxiety, she's so controlling, so needy, so scary, she's hard to please.
please just spare me.
spare me the thoughts, spare me the pain, spare me the worry, and the shame.
anxiety.
she keeps me locked in my room all day.
afraid of seeing a new face.
anxiety.
she doesn't let me have friends, she says she doesn't like them.
you see i have no say, in what she wants.
anxiety, she's a spoiled one.
she says don't do it, and i won't do it.
she says don't speak, and i never speak.
she says walk the long way around, i walk it.
anxiety.
why must it be me?
why did you choose me?
i wish i️ was free, to be who i️ truly should be.
i miss the old me, the always smiling & carefree me.
anxiety.
you're my life, you're my wife, if i must be technical.
you're my life.
i don't like, stressing about my hair, or what i'm going to wear.
i don't like being picky about what to say, or where to go.
my thoughts eat me alive because you cause me to run & hide.
so i write, because you can't always control my mind.
i am a dandelion, a free spirit.
you blow me away, and i find a new place.
my house can no longer be your home.
but wait... i have no control.
anxiety.
why do you hate me?
i just want to be happy.
im socially awkward.
i'm not friendly.
i'm not interesting.
you've hollowed me out to nothing.
anxiety.
why me?
