My anxiety

To those with anxiety....

cripplling, illogical, unforgiving, and neverending...

an unwanted presense in our life.

something we are forced to live with.

the reality is this "disorder" is nothing.

it does not define us.

should not define us.

and will not control us.

this anxiety is nothing.

a burden we have to bare yes,

but managable.

This anxiety will never truly go away completely 

 I cannot and will not let it control my short, rare life

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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