Welcome to my Anxiety

My anxiety cripples me

I take it on as a first line of defense

My tongue’s as sharp as a knife,

I’ll cut you with my words until you bleed apologies

I’m the kind of anxious that gets too comfortable

I make my own bed so you don’t have to

Nothing you’ll say will ever hurt me

I’ve already magnified my picture five hundred times

There are no new flaws you have to show me

Every pop-pop of your insults won’t speak louder than my rifle

I shoot down all my own ideas so you won’t get the chance to

Don’t get too close,

My anxious is contagious

This poem is about: 
Me
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