anxiety

this poem actually means a lot to me. when i started writing it, i did not expect that. but the more i wrote, the more anxious i became. much like the poem itself, something that starts harmless eventually becomes something you never asked for. here’s: anxiety

overthinking is horrifying –
you twist your thoughts
so hard you
can’t tell if you’re lying.
grasp at a thought
drop it and
watch
it fall.

and when you find it,
it’s nowhere near where it started
and not where
you want
it to
end.