I grew up
       In a run down family,
               A run down place

Where passive aggression was
         The fluent language

Underhanded comments
                 Were considered compliments

I grew up
           Where words were really
                     Just swords in disguise

And while we tried our best,
          It was a negative place.
                     Where I was taught never to rise

Where positivity was a mocked
         Friends seemed like enemies
               And my head was always on the

Defense, defense,
Don’t cause anyone offense,
Even if what they teach is down,
Just pretend you don’t see

Because really, my darling,
No one can never be kind,
No one is truly happy


Anxiety runs in my family,
     And I see it through genealogy

In our veins is depression
        In our DNA is dependence

Our sight was clouded,
Full of sadness and low esteem
Where sunshine is not all it seems


Despite my environment
      I realize positivity exists
            And actually, it fits!
            The sun shines through clouds,
      I see grass with a dewy mist

Rainbows and fairies;
                    How did you not see this?

Because of all of these,
       I do not trust
              My anxieties

I know that really,
        It is the enemy
               Whom lives inside of me

Well, Anxiety-
Get out!
Your clouds are not welcome,
Your fog is now gone!

I open the windows
         Let the morning in
Because you
         Will NEVER win.