There is a monster,
Living in my head.
His name is anxiety.
There are times,
When anxiety is all I can hear.
All I can think about.
He sits in my brain, and controls me.
Pulling my strings,
Manipulating me like a puppet,
Forcing me to listen. To give in.
He knows my weaknesses,
How to make me ill.
Twisting my thoughts,
Until he has got what he wants.
Some days his voice is quiet,
Barely there.
He is easy to ignore.
But other days, he is the only thing I can hear.
He blocks everything else out,
And hurts me.
He does it on purpose.
Anxiety gets jealous,
When i don't listen to him.
He doesn't like it when I am strong,
Only when I am weak.
The battle is on going,
And is not likely to stop.
For every day I win,
He is weakened.
But everyday he wins,
I loose everything.
-LR
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