On days like these,
It bothers me,
How I don't respect my own intuitions,
Regarding you and me,
The thought of us.
The other day,
I tried to articulate our hideous bond,
But I started perspiring,
my breath would shorten
and my feet involuntarily hit on floor.
I would dip my feet into deep seas of dilemma when you kissed me goodnight,
And sink throughout the night.
everytime I would see my reflection,
I would be dressed in self loathing and pity,
Something you gifted me few years back.
I remember when we first met,
I was just five, on the stage, about to give a speech.
My parents and teachers named you ' minor nervousness' and I nodded, hoping you were a guest but never knew you would become such a significant and ugly part of my life.
I parted ways with after almost a decade, when will you.
~anxiety
