Anxiety

*bit sweary so don’t read if you have an aversion to potty mouth *

ANXIETY IS A TWAT

Have you ever questioned

Everything about yourself?

Examining every detail, what you say and what you see

Welcome to your subconscious, hello anxiety

So you’re meeting with your best friend

You’ve been waiting for this day

You’ve both been very busy, but you somehow found a way

Cup of tea , maybe a biscuit, a cosy little chat

You’d think that was the sum of it,

You’d know that, “that was that”

Well now the meet is over, you think it went quite well.. but..

Oh hello my subconscious, what didn’t I do well?

Maybe I talked too much, was it all about myself?

Did I pay enough attention, did I come across as rude….?

Should I have been offering more drinks or even food?

Did I buy god awful tea bags, did she hate my new front room?

Do I smell all sweaty, did I wear too much perfume?

Gosh… that was pretty tiring

It really hurt my head

So the next of my arrangements

“Sorry I’m ill in bed”

“I’m really feeling tired”

“The kids are acting up”

“I surely can’t come over, you see I have this paper cut “

To you it may seem silly ,if you do not have these thoughts

And no it doesn’t go away depending what your taught

It’s not about my confidence, I have a tonne of that

It’s just that my subconscious is a massive bloody twat

It starts off feeling lovely, nothing to care about

And as you are relaxing, that’s when the twat comes out

“I bet they think you’re stupid”

“You can see the judging face”

“You’re house just isn’t clean enough”

“Look at this awful place”

Of course deep down we know

That what you think is bugger all

It was just a flying cuppa

On the way back home from school

But that’s not what subconscious says

Whilst your lying in your bed

Recapping every moment

In your silly twatty head

Every single job you do

Every single chat

Every conversation ,did they mean this, or was it that

In each and every single thing

Anxiety is a twat

©️Vicki Lucas