Hashtagmindbattler
My anxiety has struck yet again,
Coincidentally enough till this day she remains my best friend,
An angel who combined with anxiety has created the perfect sin,
A girl who’s battling within,
An inescapable battle against herself that she has no choice but to defend,
A constant mind battler that just so solely wants to make amends,
But Ana has declared that only to her I can attend.
Constant, irrational thoughts are overpowering my brain,
It’s gotten to the point where I’ve truly felt myself going insane,
For a normal life is something that I’ll never be able to sustain,
And at times I silently curse in vein,
When realistically I know no one is truly to blame.
Or how about when I feel as if I’m going to IMplode,
Yet I sit there appearing normal when silently I want all of my anxious thoughts to EXplode.
For years I’ve tried to decipher her code and through these years she gained a friend,
His name’s depression,
Now before I end this poem I have one last confession,
Let’s see if anyone can answer me this question,
Will my anxiety and depression ever allow me a state of regression?
For I’ve been back and forth with my progression,
Yet binded together they won’t allow me any form of discretion,
And I heard Ana tell Depression that it was for my own protection.
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