Anxiety
You are the devil
Letting the good that happens dishevel.
You are no good
Never doing what you should.
You let it take over you,
Consuming all you do.
It hides away in a dark place,
Looking away because it’s something you don’t want to face.
Anxiety you are the devil.
You are no good,
Never letting me do what I thought I could.
This poem is about:
Me