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May 2018
What does it mean to feel anxious?
To feel a feeling,
a simple feeble feeling.
It is bigger than you know and
it's bigger than you,
you know?

What is it like to lose all rationale?
No comprehension,
a simple tiny tension
Dormant, yet always active...
on standby.

You try and take a stand but he
grabs you,
chokes you,
shrinks you,
with nothing but his hands.
Be glad not to understand, if you don't,
for Anxiety is but a cruel old man, and he won't
stop pushing,
stop unpicking,
stop telling you fake news
til you fit right into his shoes

And he says it all with conviction, he does
but he will not convict you, he can't.

So, disembody his truth,
the subordinate and inconsequential statements.

He is but an intangible being,
with no vision of the world that you are seeing,
no reliable perceptions
no means to perceive.
He is not here, not in this world, and not in your heart
and there it is; his real truth, that he attacks your heart
Since he doesn't have his own.
You're not the one with a problem,
Anxiety is.
Aishah
Written by
Aishah  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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