I have a little creature that moves around with me
And what can be the use of it, but to add to my misery
It lives in both my heart and head, and gets bigger when I go to bed
The scariest thing about it, you know is the way it quickly starts to grow
It can get all big and dark, and that is when it leaves a mark
At other times it’s so little, that it’s practically invisible
But it never leaves my side, I fear it’s always lurking near
It creeps into my thoughts so slowly, and within minutes its all tentacaly
It takes over my very being, even though it can’t be seen
I must confess I help it grow, by feeding it dark thoughts, you know
the ones that have ‘what-if’ and ‘what-about’ sprinkled all over and about
I try to hush it, tell it to go, but it simply seems to grow
It’s a monster from which I can nor run nor hide, because it’s forever at my side
For I’m the one who keeps it close, you see, and its name is ….ANXIETY.
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