AnxietyA Poem by Kat WaughAnxiety stood beside me, clawing at my skin, drawing blood upon the surface, and she would not let me win. The wounds that were created, she left them open bare, and encouraged Panic and Hatred, to leave their salt tears there. I cursed and cried and blamed her, for all the things gone wrong, but that only made her power grow, and she sang her sickly song. She told me of my weakness, of all my crippling flaws, of why they would not love me, or why they’d hate me more. I couldn’t help but listen, the song was bittersweet, and anxiety left me suffering, begging at her feet. © 2013 Kat WaughAuthor's Note
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