I know who you are.
There is nothing to hide;
For the words come flowing out,
Like an endless tide.
You try to creep around;
Seep into the smallest cracks of my soul,
But I see you,
Know you,
And acknowledge you.
You don’t understand this feeling of being known,
For you are so used to being pushed into the dark,
So used to being left unseen.
But I see you,
For you are the only thing that consumes my mind.
You are the clump of black that hovers over all my problems,
Demanding to be seen and known,
But is pushed aside and not loathed.
You are the bouncing of my knees before confrontation;
To the sweatiness of my palms when receiving criticism.
You are the selfish worrier;
Who gives your darkness to others;
For you can’t handle it yourself.
You are the reason people die,
For your demand to be noticed;
But your attention-seeking makes people annoyed and pushes you to be unnoticed.

But I understand.

I see you,
I know you,
I loathe you,
And I know every little thing about you.
For you are my pain,
But you are the pain that understands my pain,
And I love you.
Anxiety - Darkness that seeps into the smallest cracks of my soul…,

I see you.