Anxiety lingers in the corner of a dark room.
It never leaves.
Its darkness always haunts its victims.
No. Matter. What.
It clings to the back of the most vulnerable person.
Its claws sink into the back of them.
Constantly, whispering into their ear.
All of the things that are terrified of
They spit their venomous words into their vulnerable ear.
The victim’s ears perk up
Their mind races
Their eyes hit their feet.
Anxiety wraps its dark arms around their ears.
Feeding lies into their head
Feeding them terrible little things
Anxiety wraps its legs tightly around their chest.
Making it so every time its victim has to speak to another human being
Their chest feels heavy.
They feel like they can’t breathe.
They just can’t talk.
Anxiety makes their hands shake with every single movement.
No matter how little the movement is
A pencil will tremble in their hands when they think they are still.
Anxiety is a terrible monster.
That clings to every vulnerable person
Never let it cling to you.