TW: ANXIETY

 

 

Anxiety in Person: 

 

Anxiety hides wherever possible.

In a blue suit. On a bustling New York Subway.

Blending into the background, with a head down, eyes low, and a heart pounding.

 

He walks to his stressful job.

It is full of hair pulling problems and always leaves him with a knot in his stomach.

He drags his feet.  Every step is a burden, and he regrets each one.

 

Anxiety doesn’t eat.

Just a cup of coffee and a protein bar.

 Enough to keep him awake and functioning.

 

He doesn’t sleep either

Which is probably why his hands shake over the keyboard.

Adderall is pumping through his blood stream at all given hours of the day.

 

He has flaws he fails to hide, despite his best efforts.

His chewed fingers and stress hives under long sleeves.

His greying hair is covered by overpriced salon visits.

 

Anxiety hasn’t seen his family in months,

Embarrassed to show his face and reveal all the progress he hasn’t made since the last holiday season.

“I’ve been really busy with work,” he says, the same excuse he’s been using for years.

 

Anxiety hides from himself and reality.

His friend Wellbeing was lost ages ago.

Nobody knows if he will ever come back.