There is a plant in my room

I think it’s dying

Always forget to water it

I keep saying “it’s fine”

In all honesty that plant is like me

Growing but never thriving

Seemingly fine

But never truly alive

It’s creeping up the wall

Along the pegs I placed to guide it

Just like the way my emotions creep on me

And I can never seem to hide it

Just like the dying leaves

My face showcases all that I feel

And I wonder

Am I villainizing everying

Or is it all truly real?

The soil is dried and dusted

The roots poking from the ground

Trust me, of my actions I am not proud

But I can never seem to water that damn plant!

I can never seem to hold my own

I always tend to lose my shit

Tell me how can I control it?

The plant grows now, uncontrollably,unbearably

And it grows all the time, inside of me

The plant of anxiety

Has taken its seed in me,

And unlike the one in my room

I nurture it constantly

I’d rather be like the plant in my room-

The way it’s supposed to be

Lush and thriving

And beautifully green

I want to grow

Long and tall

And always enjoy the jump

Before I fall

I just want to water that damn plant

And maybe I can just make sense of it all.