Anxiety

<Anxiety 

I guess we can call it that
anxiety is my "friends with benefits"
Im used to him screwing me
Till all the bolts tinker
In my head,
He's the reason im not
allowed to talk to you,
ANXIETY.
he can be possessive like that.
He's the reason I look
at the ground when
Im walking sometimes,
and because of him im not
that good at talking on
The phone, or asking
Someone for help,
ANXIETY
He constantly reminds me that
No one will want me but him!
That we should keep
Our fling,
He's the longest relationship
I've been in
ANXIETY
he picks my clothes
for me. Tells
me what to wear.
then tells me to go change
Because I don't look good,
It's because of him i
dont handle conflicts
well
ANXIETY
hes so bad at communicating
thats why I'm so used to
over analyzing
and reconstructing
and overthinking
everything in my head
and if sometimes I look
tired, it's cause I have
been fighting with him
all night
he won't let me sleep
beep, beep, beep
there he is again.. Asking me where I am.