Therapy Session 5
She told me to describe
my anxiety
well it's like being
Crushed
like I've been
hit by a thousands
cars
Broken
like I was glass
and someone
threw me
Robbed
like someone
held a gun to me
and stole my soul
Used
like my presence
would never be enough
Alone
like a flower in cement
Attacked
like prey
to its predator
My anxiety
but those was
only thoughts in
my head
I just told her
I'm always scared
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