Anxiety; the kind that shreds your face into a disgusting, unrecognizable wreckage,
The kind that tears into your stomach, leaving the wound for flies.
The kind that paralyzes your body and mind, heart and soul,
The kind that leaves you on the floor, too weak to grab a knife.
Anxiety; my dearest friend, my wicked lover, my closest family.
It’s the kind that always walks beside you, watches every step you take
Yearning for you to stagger or fall down - And you know you will.
It’s the kind that smirks back at you in the mirror,
As you peel another skin flake of
Anxiety; my prevailing personality trait.
Who am I without you?