Anxiety Girl
Anxiety girl could turn any situation into something worse.
If someone stole your barrette, she’d say they had stolen her purse.
She looked for the bad under every rock, ledge, collar and chair.
Thinking that no one in the world liked her or gave a care.
Anxiety girl could shake her hands at will.
She focused on the bad, that was her usual drill.
Her habitat was to live in the worst place she could ever be.
People ran from her often, and this included me.
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