I am the problem
I can see the annoyance
In their tired eyes
"I am so sorry"
"For what?" they spit like acid
"Existing, perhaps"
They are sick of it
My need for reassurance
My anxiety
I am the problem
I can see the annoyance
In their tired eyes
"I am so sorry"
"For what?" they spit like acid
"Existing, perhaps"
They are sick of it
My need for reassurance
My anxiety
A set of haikus relaying my experience with anxiety
