Anxiety

You will probably never understand my anxiety,

The way it wraps around my ankles like ropes

And ties my wrists behind my back with knots

That compete only with the knot in my throat.

My anxiety is a wolf howling at the new moon

Because even though it’s pitch dark everywhere,

It still sees danger lurking in every fucking corner.

You will probably never understand my anxiety,

The way it wraps it’s fingers around my throat

And calls me beautiful while I’m gasping for air

Because it likes the way I fight before I go limp.

Darling, can’t you try to understand?

My anxiety is a psychopath, laughing while I cry,

Because tears give it life, like the fountain of youth,

And I have cried enough tears to ensure that

My anxiety will outlive me and everyone I love,

So even when my flesh and bones rot away

My anxiety will be there, standing at my grave,

Telling me that I was never fucking good enough.