Just for fun. Let’s all write a poem about anxiety.
Start with, Dear anxiety…
Dear anxiety…
I’m sorry I’m not what you want from me,
a clean demolition, a loud demonstration,
but Im a quiet poison that only brings devistation,
My laughter is infectious and the room falls silent,
every word I speak is backed by hateful violence,
I’m hated, I must be, it’s what the voices scream,
I’m afraid, and I never ever would want to know me,
so to my anxiety, It must seem like I’m tough,
but i promise you truly, I’ll never be enough…
Dear anxiety
My palms are sweating
You stand beside me in the mirror
But no one sees how you torment me
They say ‘awww you’re always so happy’
But they don’t see you
We both heard them laugh
You say it’s about me
But I know better.
Dear anxiety…
i’m tired of feeling under the weather
with all the “what if’s,” with the “you gotta do better,”
you’re a song stuck in my head,
but you aren’t a pleasant song to sing,
the moment i deal with you, calm myself down,
you come back to torment me, and my head will ring,
the never-ending doubt about myself,
i spend so much energy to deal with your blabber,
but again, you come right back to me,
the never-ending victim of your chatter,
i feel tired in the morning because of you,
and the exhaustion only makes you bigger,
filling my head, asking “what’s wrong with me?”,
though i know better than to listen to your snicker,
you are only a voice in my head, after all,
not a representation of me, or what i desire,
the intrusive thoughts, the “what if’s,” the endless worry,
i need not treat you so dire,
it’s difficult, sure, since you sound so convincing,
but it’s becoming easier to see through your deception,
so while the road i must take is still long and steep,
i’ll only grow stronger through self-perception.
Dear anxiety,
I have no energy
Left
To fight you.
I am lonely,
Alone, with you.
I miss my friends, my family,
I wish I’d never listened to your melody
When you said there was rain
But with no cloud in sight
I’ll be strong through the pain
I’ll be my own light
But today
I have no energy
In me.
Dear anxiety,
I know you’re supposed to be something that helps me.
Something to keep me from danger or help me escape it.
Something we’ve needed to get where we are today.
But you’re to much.
You’re voice forces me into overdrive,
You make the smallest touch burn,
You make me feel like nothing is good enough,
You choke me when I want to scream,
You hold me down when I’m in danger,
You shake me when I need to be steady,
You cripple me when I want to go-
I don’t want you, but I don’t know how to live without you.
Because you were there when they left.
You are there when I’m scared.
When I don’t know what to do.
When it’s the last minute and I need to finish.
I don’t know how to live without you, but I can’t keep living like this.
You’re going to destroy me.
I want you to go away.
But if you do, will I too?
Will I also need to leave if I don’t want to be with you anymore?
…
Dear Anxiety.
Thank you for trying.
Please stop.
Dear Anxiety,
You always come to visit me all of a sudden
And rob me of my mental clarity
So everyone around me views me as a burden
Although I know these fears are irrational
I can’t seem to stop them from entering
And so I go on and keep on wondering;
Am I just too sensitive? Too emotional?
Or is it you, anxiety, who’s planted these thoughts in my head?
Is it you who triggers fears upon thoughts that keep me up in bed?
Is it you who’s made me paranoid to the thought of everyone hating me?
Is it you who doesn’t let me get over my misery?
How can I separate myself from all that is you?
How can I believe that your lies aren’t true?
I don’t want to keep living in this endless suffering
So long and far seems the road of recovering
When will you ever get fed up of tormenting me?
I know you’ll get stronger if I put up a fight
And I can’t ignore you for you’ll make sure that I see
How you’re still here and waiting to attack me again at night
I’m drowning in an ocean of my own tears
The water keeps spilling out over the shore
I’m screaming and crying but no one hears my fears
For they are silent killers who won’t listen to you no more
The fighting, clawing, and trampling only makes me lose my breath
As the water slowly starts filling my lungs
I’m getting calm and stop resisting as I patiently await death
Accepting my fate, I am making peace with what comes
But suddenly it all changes and the water stills
I’m catching my breath, find the ground beneath my feet
The water dissipates and all that’s left are muddy hills
I’m not suffocating anymore although I’ve accepted defeat
Was it acceptance that made you leave in the end?
Should I have treated you as if you were a friend?
Was all the straining against your will in vain?
Should I have just let you uncover all the pain?
Is it validation that you seek, a desire to be heard?
For that you will finally leave my world?
Dear anxiety, it is hard to figure you out
But I think I’m gonna win this round.
















