IT

Anxiety is a monster

There’s this thing that I have

This thing doesn’t play games

This thing doesn’t care for me

This thing doesn’t wait for me

I call this thing 'IT'

It comes out whenever it wants

It steals the air from my lungs when it wants

It takes over my mind when it wants

It takes me into the corner and fills my thoughts with whatever the hell it wants

It sickens me

It wants me to feel weak

It wants me to shut everyone and everything out

It wants me to break down

It wants me to cry

It wants me to feel like no one cares

It wants me to suffocate in this loneliness

It wants me to give up

I can’t get rid of it

I can’t shake it

I can’t escape from it

I can’t hide from it

I can’t ignore it

I’ve tried to run from it

I’ve tried to beat it

I’ve tried to trick it

I’ve tried to think for myself but it won't let me

I’ve tried to disguise myself as a different person but it is always there

It knows

It doesn’t want me to be happy

It doesn’t want me to go one day without a negative thought

It doesn’t want me to leave a simple smile on my face for one second

It doesn’t want me to live my life the way I want

It is cold

It is dark

It is overwhelming

It is something that I can’t get rid of

It drags me into this cold cage and locks me up and it won't let me out no matter how hard I fight

It won’t ever let me go

Reviews

[Bare trees]

Normally, repetitive words like this would bother me but I like the way you personified the word 'it.'

I'm sure you are living in hell with what you must go through. I wish you well and commend you on a finely written poem.

[Pete]

How awful. Terrifying. Nice description.