My Anxiety and Other Unmentionable Things

my anxiety is like a straightjacket i'm desperately moving against the restraints but the longer and harder i resist the weaker i become and my anxiety is like a roadmap taking me to the darkest parts of myself and i can see that these thoughts and fears of mine are irrational but my anxiety makes them rational and my anxiety is an addictive drug on my worse days i can feel it pumping through my veins and spilling out of every single cell in my body my heartbeat is the bass drum making my ears bleed and my fingertips are twitching and itching for release my anxiety is a cage and i can see everyone around me living and laughing and loving my eyes are stuck on him and her and i know it means nothing but on my worse days it means everything my anxiety is a toxic relationship because when it's around i cannot truly live and when it's gone a piece of me goes with it on those worse days my hands are clenched and wringing desperately attempting to push these feelings out of me and my arms are shaking with the added pressure of don't let them see don't let them know my anxiety is one of those unmentionable things one of those infinite things that makes me and breaks me -interminable