Anxiety is the reason why I can’t talk to you

Anxiety is the reason why I twiddle with the fingers and look down

Anxiety is the reason why when I see someone on the street i quickly look down and walk a little faster

Anxiety is the reason why I have trouble signing up for clubs and activities

Anxiety is the little voice in my head telling me to be embarrassed, ashamed, scared, or worried

Anxiety is the person always on my tail telling me what not to say that, don’t act that way, or that was so stupid

Anxiety changed who I was

Anxiety just won’t go away

Anxiety is that annoying fly that won’t fly away

Anxiety is that annoying person that won’t go away or take a hint

When I overcame depression I felt all these other emotions or “side effects”

Anxiety is sadly one for me

But like most girls like me, I put on a smile and hide it

Which is easier than having someone ask me all day “Are you ok?”

But wearing the smile is like a coping method

If I’m always happy maybe it will go away

So no anxiety

I refuse to let you get to me anymore

I’m putting up a fight and you better get in the boxing ring

I’m not going home until I have won

Game on