Let me introduce you to my friends.
You may know them, you may not.
Meet Anxiety, Depression and CP.Anxiety is one crazy dude.
He's been my friend even before I knew his name.
A real Mr. Hyde to my Dr. Jekyll
At a very young age he taught me about the game worse case scenarios.What if this?
What if that?
It's a game we've played for years.
We play it almost every day.
I don't know how he doesn't get tired of it.
I know I sure am.
Don't tell him that though!!
I don't want him to be upset with me.
I just wish I could win a game, just once.Next is Depression.
He and I haven't officially been friends for long,
but deep down I always knew we were meant to be together.It's like we've secretly been friends for years.
He's the quiet one of the group.
I guess that's ok.
Anxiety and CP keep life pretty interesting on their own.No one really knows him like I do..
Listen to what I tell you...
REMEMBER WHAT I TELL YOU...
but, never tell another soul about what you're about to hear.
Depression is a very private person and he can be really dangerous if we make him angry.In all honesty he's the most unpredictable of the trio.
Depression is the one that lives in the shadows.
I hardly see him around but he always makes his presence known...
He always taught me that happiness wasn't a right, but a luxury..Some nights it's just he and I.
Those are the nights I hate the most...
He can be really convincing at times.
It's his superpower.
My Kryptonite..I'm a completely different person when I'm with him.
I don't even recognize her...
Who is she?
Is that really me?
It is...You're probably wondering how he and I are still friends...
Sometimes I do too.
But then I remember.
He was there when the lights went out.
He was there when they all left.
He was all I had for a long time.
I can't just let that go.
I don't know how to.
Can you teach me??Last but sure as hell not least.
Meet C.P. short for Chronic Pain.She and I honestly aren't friends, more like acquaintances.
Sometimes I love her.
Most days I hate her.
Unfortunately we're stuck together like conjoined twins.
But she's taught me a lot.C.P has always been the trouble maker of the group.
But during her shenanigans and havoc causing I've learned a lesson.I am strong.
C.P is that one friend who you question daily about what their intentions are.
No ill will??
Or will you kill?
Why haven't I let her go?
I honestly don't know.
I wish I did.She's the most annoying of the three.
She's always there.
Always pushing my buttons.
Constantly making me question myself.
With her I always feel like I'm hanging on to the end of a cliff.
She makes me wonder what it would feel like to let go.She would win this little cat and mouse game we play.
But how would I feel?
How would it feel to kill the leech that she is?
How do I kill her?
Can I kill her?
She can kill me...
Will she?In all honesty these things aren't my friend.
They're my demons.
At first they were hard to live with.
Sometimes they still are.
But I'm learning to deal with them.
I just hope I can hang on...
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My Friends
PoetryA poem I wrote about the 3 things I struggle with during my daily life. I named them My Friends