ANXIETY

poetry

There’s a lunatic running around in my brain.
he camouflages in my thoughts which makes him impossible to maintain.
No matter the lengths I got to eliminate him, he always comes back.
The minute I doubt the truth is his favorite attack.
He continuously tells me story’s to convince me of the worst.
My stupidity on handling the situation is the feedback he thirsts.
The worst of feelings come as I realize he’s won again.
But the situation has gone to far for it to mend.
So I let him do it, let him eat away at my trust.
Ruining any potential relationship with just a fragile touch.
I let him stay, told him make himself at home.
Because as insane as it may sound, it’s better than being alone.

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