I have opened the door to Anxiety
My one true foe
It claws and it scratches
My one true woe
I could be social
I could have had friends
But Anxiety is my roommate
And hath not paid rent.
I would like to kick out my old friend
But as the wise say
What is familiar to you is
What you will side with till the very end
This poem captures the struggle and frustration of living with anxiety, embodying her as a persistent and unwelcome roommate. The use of vivid images, like scratches and scratches, effectively conveys the impact of anxiety on your life.
Vulnerability and honesty in your words are praiseworthy because you openly express your desire to separate yourself from anxiety and seek a more fulfilling life.
It is important to remember that you are not alone in this fight, and there is support available to help you overcome these difficulties. By recognizing your feelings and expressing them through your writing, you are taking significant steps to heal and grow.
Keep moving forward and continue to use your creativity to find solace and strength. You have the ability to find peace and build a better future.
Great job Lucian! (can I call you that)? :)
π€ Relatableβ¦
Except for the friend part. I got a whole hellufa lot of them, just tend to act like an ass when I want to.π
Itβs good, itβs got the vibe and that imaginary beat. I like it.
File for an eviction maybe? π
Good work, friend.
I am tired and need to go to sleep, but decided to write a poem for no reason at all. Help me please!!!!!!
