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Lydia Johnson Sep 2014
There's a knock on the door
I said don't come in
Anxiety lives beneath my skin

It sits on the couch
which is my heart
tearing my whole world apart

It never cares to wipe its feet
trailing my chest
with bright red streaks

Get out of my house
this isn't fun
oh my God my arm is numb

Pick up your **** I want you out
I can't even scream
I can't even shout

Close the door
behind you tight
I hate this ******* fight or flight

What did you steal what did you rob
I'm so confused
I'm in such a fog

It's all coming back now
I see it clear
Just exactly what I fear

           ...You've left the door cracked...
I'm new to anxiety. Started about seven months ago. I'm sharing my thoughts and feelings so far. I'm 24

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