Its name is sadness. Violent sadness. It's creeping up again It is giving me anxiety Because I don't want it To crawl in my skin Again and be comfortable. With the anxiety brings depression. It's always been there, Never completely going away. But I can ignore and it slows, Grows smaller everytime I smile and laugh. But every time someone leaves Me for someone shinier, The sadness spreads like wild fire, Like the mold on strawberries I cannot eat. I wish I was born thin like her, Perfect like her, Golden like her, The one who steals them away. As I watch the monster crawling Towards me, I analyze it. I watch the way it moves slow, Trying to not be discovered Like the way I do. It moves swiftly, Not in pulses. I watch it creep, Pulling itself from Whatever depths it came, Like the way I do. And that's the scariest part. I watch it's iridescent Nails crawl closer. It has a diamond ring. ... So do I.