They say she has a
heart of gold.
Perhaps that is why,
when'er she dare show it...
They steal it away.

Hi, my name is anxiety! This is what I do to Hannah.

First, I love making her stomach clench up so that she feels like screaming! That’s the best way to start.  

Next, I start tensing up every muscle in her body so that she wants to throw a chair across the room. That’s so much fun!

After that, I make her cry. YAY! Runny mascara is a great look on her.

Then, I decide, hmm, why not make her want to disconnect from the world and hide under her bed all day? That sounds really relaxing and nice.

What happens next, you ask? Oh I make Hannah so angry and upset that she starts taking that anger out on the people around her.  They all deserve Hannah’s pain, right?

Ugh, I’m tired now. I guess I’ll just leave Hannah alone so that she can feel all my actions for another two to three hours.

Thanks for your time! Maybe I’ll come hang out with you soon! ;)

I can't bring myself to leave the place you stay  
so I sit just watching you watch her
and she is your pull
nothing more than a possibility
a maybe you hold onto
you wonder what she's doing
where she's going
when you enter a room your eyes find her space and you stay
maybe when it's over and the final page turns
you won't have her but
for now I'll fill this with words I'll never send