I walked down my staircase to bump right into Anxiety She looked me in the eye and walked away I was stunned for a moment, then continued down While I was making my breakfast Anxiety appeared again Walking right into the fridge She said, "Don't you have anything good in here?" I became anxious and stuttered, "Uh... Try the stew". She gave me a dark look and walked away I put my head down The rest of my day I was very anxious Walking around nervously Becoming paranoid Not trusting anyone Why are they looking at me? I thought From this day on if I ever see Anxiety I tell her to get out of my house I will never see her again
I made this poem for when I am feeling anxious. It is as though Anxiety herself has looked me in the eye. Thanks for reading!