Ativan envelops me in a warm hug
The only hug I've had in weeks
Everything feels better in its embrace

Lurking in the shadows is Addiction
Its presence making me feel nervous
Each time I take a dose

"Am I taking it too often?" I wonder.
Addiction always lies and tells me "No,"
its eyes gleaming with charm

So I take dose after dose
On an increasingly regular basis
And try my hardest to trust Addiction

The only alternative is
Letting my anxiety gain control
And wreak havoc over my life