Anxiety

A trio of thieves

Slinking and crawling in the dark

They are in every day of my life

Sneering their venomous lies

The first is a brute

A hulking, massive mountain

Shouts his words of hate and hurt

Beady eyes full of my stupidity

The second is a small weasly thing

Wrapped around my stomach

He squeezes tight when I talk

Crowds are no longer and option

Their leader is my doppelgänger,

A pitch black silhouette

She laughs and sneers, claws sharp

As she rakes them over my body

"Look at this round stomach!"

"Look at the scars on your arms!"

"Look at your tired face!"

"DO SEE ALL YOUR FLAWS?"

And how can't I?

When I'm destroying myself

From the inside

Out