Anxiety & I

Anxiety, my old, old friend
Has been with me since day one
She is of the clingy sorts
Which is never very fun

A self-righteous girl, and jealous, too
She keeps a watchful eye
To ruin every opportunity
I have to pass her by

She and I, acquainted for years
Yet I never felt at home
Her constant, nagging presence
Made me feel even more alone

Though she claims to be my friend
I know it can’t be true
The way she tries to control my thoughts
Is not what a friend would do

Anxiety, please go away
For once, just let me be
To make my own decisions
Instead of overpowering me