A shadow sat beside me
He grinned and tipped his hat
I asked him, "May I help you sir?"
He said, "Hon, you'll do more than that."
He said " I am your biggest failing,
As well as your loyal crutch.
I'm the demon that your plagued by,
I'm the result of Satan's touch."
His grin was filled with malice
Shadows wrapped around my arms
The darkness has descended fast
As he dangled comforts charm
I'm no longer my own person
Regardless of how I fought
The shadow is all through me
And controls my every thought
I wrote this poem about how I view my anxiety