Anxiety

You diagnosed me with blunt certainty.

Every session we had always came back to it.

Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety.

It was if I weren’t allowed to have feelings outside of that.

To just be sad, angry, or feel invalidated.

Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety.

This word, in fact, made me feel invalidated even more.

I was put in this box by you and nothing was independent of it.

Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety.

I finally had enough of your mental health trap.

So I left to not be imprisoned by,

Anxiety, anxiety, anxiety.