To My Anxiety Disorder:  Spotted like a leopard, On National Geographic, But no cameras document me. Hidden in the shadows, I remain, But I feel like I’m in a glass case. Words like brushstrokes, Painting a smile on my face, But we all know the best art dies in flames. Always lending a hand, While my other destroys me, But no one asks to hold it. Exhausted and forgotten, Glued to the lives of others, But ready to step in front of the camera. I am a leopard, Ferocious and different, Hunted for my spots.  Sincerely,       My Past, Present, and Future Selves