A letter to my Anxiety
Dear Anxiety,
For the longest time, I never knew you were with me.
When I did, though, it became perfectly clear.
You taught me that I needed to be perfect,
but with perfection came some issues.
You would talk to me until three o’clock in the morning,
but it was only about what I did wrong.
You'd whisper in my ear during class everyday.
Telling me all the things I believed about myself.
About how everyone hates me, even though it's not true.
You taught me hope to say”I'm sorry” but it went too far.
I say sorry too much, just for the simple fact I think I have insulted everyone somehow.
Although you've been with me for so long,
I don't know if I can handle you anymore.
I want my sanity back.
I want my life to finally be restored,
and you'll never give me another anxiety attack.