A FOR ANXIETY

Capital A for Anxiety

because it's not a part of me. 

It's a separate entity,

like a lock from a key.

Anxiety.

She's the annoying neighbour next door,

the type you tolerate in order to keep the peace.

You acknowledge her;

give her a wave when you see her, even a kiss goodbye.

But she's uppity.

She doesn't like noise;

better yet she doesn't like anything less than stillness.

She's the type to go banging next door to keep it down.

The neighbour from hell; constantly on your back, watching your every move, waiting to remark.

"Why did you do that?"

"You're gonna mess up"

"Failure"

She picks on you for everything and anything.

From something as small as walking to as big as starting a new job.

It happens so often you start to expect it.

Even when she's on vacation, you're still on edge;

walking on eggshells, expecting her to pop up at any given second.

But just remember, she's not you.

Her thoughts are not yours.

You're you and she is,

Anxiety,

with a capital A.